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THE 

BAPTIST  HARP: 

A  NEW  COLLECTION 

OF 

HYMNS 

FOB 

THE    CLOSET, 
THE  FAMILY,  SOCIAL  WORSHIP, 

KEVIVALS. 


PHILADELPHIA. 
AMERICAN  BAPTIST  PUBLICATION  SOCIETY. 


Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1849,  fey 

The  American  Baptist  Publication  Society, 

In  the  Clerk's  office  of  the  District  Court  of  the  United 
States,  in  and  for  the  Eastern  District  of  Pennsylvania. 


^i'l  BSi^bf-m^""'  {'"»•  »  — •  5'-"-  ^""^'iP^ 


PREFACE. 

,  A  GENERAL  desire  has,  for  a  long  time,  been 
expressed,  that  the  American  Baptist  Publica- 
tion Society  would  issue  a  collection  of  Hymns, 
adapted  to  private,  domestic,  and  social  wor- 
ship. In  compliance  with  this  demand,  the 
present  work  has  been  prepared.  The  Psalm- 
ist, as  a  manual  for  public  worship,  has,  it  is 
believed,  supplied  the  wants  of  that  depart- 
ment. But  its  very  design,  and  the  very 
qualities  by  which  it  so  eminently  answers 
that  design,  render  it  unsuited  to  the  pur- 
poses of  social  devotion.  Secret  communion 
with  God,  family  worship,  the  prayer  meeting, 
and  seasons  of  religious  awakening,  require  a 
class  of  hymns  of  a  more  free,  familiar,  and 
specific  character  than  would  be  at  all  neces- 
Bary  or  proper  in  the  regular  services  of  the 
sanctuary.  To  meet  this  deficiency  has  been 
the  object  of  the  Society.  They  have  endea- 
vored to  furnish,  for  the  purposes  above  stated, 
a  collection  of  hymns,  as  complete,  and  as 
appropriately  arranged,  as  the  Psalmist  is  for 
the  Lord^s  day ;  and  one  which,  though  occu- 
pying a  different  sphere,  should  be  in  every 
respect  worthy  to  go  forth  as  its  companion. 
In  carrying  out  this  design,  the  book  has  been 
increased  much  beyond  the  size  originally 


PREFACE. 

contemplated ;  but  the  low  price  at  which  it  is 
sold,  will,  it  is  presumed,  remove  all  objection 
on  the  score  of  expense. 

It  will  be  perceived,  that  a  much  larger 
space  has  heen  appropriated  to  the  Closet,  the 
Family,  and  Revivals,  than  has  been  usual  in 
collections  of  this  kind.  The  frequent  com- 
plaints of  deficiency  in  these  particulars  have 
produced  the  imprssion,  that  a  more  ample 
selection  would  be  both  seasonable  and  useful. 
The  endeavor,  indeed,  has  been  to  give  to  each 
of  the  main  departments  of  the  work,  more 
fulness  as  well  as  a  more  perfect  arrangement, 
than  is  to  be  found  in  any  previous  compila- 
tion. With  what  success  this  effort  has  been 
attended,  the  public  must  decide. 

With  many  prayers,  the  book  is  now  com- 
mended to  the  churches.  Should  it,  in  any 
degree,  subserve  the  ends  in  view,  and  be  in- 
strumental, however  humbly,  in  giving  sweet- 
ness and  fervor  to  the  praises  of  God's  people 
on  earth,  and  thus  preparing  them  for  the 
everlasting  praises  of  heaven, — to  Him  alone 
shall  be  the  glory. 


INDEX  Of  FIRST  LINES. 


A  CHARGE  to  keep  I  have 258 

A  thousand   precious   gifts,  0  Lord 58 

All,  guilty  sinner,  ruined  by  transgression-  •  •  •  369 

Ah,  how  shall  fallen  man 850 

Ah,  what  can  1,  a  sinner  do 893 

Ah,    whither  should  I  go 400 

Ah,  wretched,  vile,  ungrateful  heart 282 

Alas  J  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed 425 

Alas  !  what  hourly  dangers  rise 270 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name 254 

A^l  hail,  ye  servants  of  the  Lord 501 

All  ye,  who  feel  your  guilt  and  thrall 404 

Amazing  grace,  how  sweet  the  sound 432 

Amazing  sight!  the  Saviour  stands 3^3 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross 274 

And  canst  thou,  sinner,  slight 360 

And  did  the  Holy  and  the"  Just 222 

And  didst  thou,  Jesus,  condescend 224 

And  must  this  body  die 663 

And  must  thou  die,  ni}^  darling  boy 104 

And  now,  my  soul,  another  year 85 

And  will  the  great,  eternal  God 498 

And  will  the  Judge  descend 566 

Angels,  roll  the  rock  away 233 

Another  day  thy  love  has  spared  us 67 

Another  six  days'  work  is  done 60 

Approach,  my  soul,  the  mercy  seat l79 

Arise,  my  soul,  arise » 236 

Arise,  0  King  of  grace,  arise 496 

Asleep  in  Jesus,  blessed  sleep 559 

Assembled  round  thine  altar,  Lord 62 

As  the  dew,  from  heaven  distilling 151 

At  anchor  laid,  remote  from  home 316 

At  evening  to  myself  I  say 35 

Awaked  by  Sinai's  awful  sound 418 

Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays 307 

Awake,  m}(  soul,  fctretch  every  nerve 273 

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INDEX  OF   FIRST   LINES. 

Awake,  our  souls,  away  our  fears 271 

Awake,  ye  saints,  and  raise  your  eyes 647 

BE  firm  and  be  faithful 263 

Before  thy  footstool  kneeling 101 

Begc;  e,  unbelief  ! 299 

Beh^-/id  a  stranger  at  the  door ! 384 

Behold  the  awful  books  displayed •  569 

Beiievhig  souls,  of  Christ  beloved -  •  •  •  454 

Beside  the  gospel  pool 397 

Bleeding  hearts,  defiled  by  sin 411 

Blessed  be  thy  name  for  ever 66 

Blessings   attend  thee,  little  one 74 

Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds 327 

Blest  is  the  pious  house 48 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 371 

Brethren,  while  we  sojourn  here- • 318 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning-  •  218 
Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death*  • 356 

CEASE  here  lon.frer  to  detain  me 105 

Cease,  ye  mourners,  cease  to  languish 126 

Children  of  the  heavenly  King 310 

Children  of  Zion  !  what  harp-notes  are  stealing  465 

Choose  ye  his  cross  to  bear 457 

Christ,  whose  glory  fills  the  sky 26 

Christians,  the  glorious   hope  ye  know 521 

Come,  and  welcome,  lovely  stranger 75 

Come  every  pious  heart 476 

Come   gracious  Lord,  descend  and  dwell 149 

Come,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove 165 

Come,  happy  sonls,  adore  the  Lamb 460 

Come  hither,  all  ye  weary  «ouls 405 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  Dove  divine, 456 

Come,  Holy  Spirit*  heavenly  Dove 161 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come.  Let  thy 167 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come.  With  energy 163 

Come  in,  thou  blessed  of  the  Lord 466 

Come  let  us  anew 551 

Come  let  us  join  our  cheerfnl  songs 253 

Come  let  us  join  to  praise  the  Lord 206 

Come  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes 141 

Come  let  us  strike  our  harps  afresh 93 

Come,  Lord,  in  mercy  come  again •  •  •  •  337 

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INDEX   OF   FIRST  LINES. 

Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare 173 

Come,  O  my  soul,  in  sacred  lays Ib5 

Come,  sacred  Spirit,  from  above 342 

Come,  sinner,  to  the  Gospel  feast 374 

Come,  sound  his  praise  abroad 190 

Come,  thou  desire  of  all  thy  saints  145 

Come,  thou  fount  of  every  blessing 251 

Come,  to  Calvary's  holy  mountain 409 

Come  to  the  place  of  prayer 132 

Come,  ti-embling  sinner,  in  whose  breast 415 

Come,  v.'e  that  love  the  Lord 312 

Come,  weary  souls,  with  sin  distressed 407 

Come,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  languish-  •  183 

Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  wretched 413 

Compared  with  Christ,  in  all  beside 250 

DARK  wfis  the  night,  and  cold  the  ground*"  •  227 

Day  of  judgment,  day  of  wonders 367 

Dear  Lord,  and  will  thy  pardoning  love 458 

Dearest  of  all  the  name's  above 238 

Dear  Saviour,  prostrate  at  thy  feet 402 

Dear  Saviour,  we  rejoice  to  hear 456 

Dear  Shepherd  of  thy  people,  here 499 

Death  floats  on  every  passing  breeze 552 

Death  !  'tis  a  melancholy  day 557 

Delay  not,  delay  not ;  0  sinner  draw  near 362 

Desponding  soul,  0  cease  thy  wo 414 

Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep 424 

Do  not  I  love  thee,  0  my  Lord  V 303 

Do  we  not  know  that  solemn  word 402 

Dread  Jehovali,  God  of  nations  ! 535 

Dread  sovereign,  let  my  evening  song 38 

EARLY,  my  God,  without  delay 157 

Earnest   of  future  bliss 169 

EncoiTipa'^sed  with  clouds  of  distress 289 

Paternal  Spirit,  God  of  truth " 164 

Eternal   Wisdom,  thee  we  praise 192 

Eternity  is  just  at  hand 573 

FAIN.  O  my  child,  Td  have  thee  know 78 

Far  as  thy  name  is  known 478 

Far  from  the  world,  0  Lord,  I  flee 2 

Farewell,  farewell  to  all  below 450 

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INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES. 

Father   divine,  thy  piercing  eye 4 

Father  of  mercies,  bow  thine  ear 491 

Father  of  the  human  race 46 

Flow  fast,  my  tears  ;  the  cause  is  great 426 

For  a  season  called  to  part  8J 

Forgotten  be  each  worldly  theme 137 

Fount  of  everlasting  love 442 

Frequent  the  day  of  God  returns 71 

Friend  after  friend  departs 124 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies 18a 

From  every  earthly  pleasure 313 

From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows Ib2 

From  evil  secure,  and  its  dread 41 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains 523 

From  the  cross  uplifted  high 3c2 

From  whence  doth  this  union  arise 329 

Full  speed  along  the  world's  highway 31 

GIVE  to  our  God  immortal  praise*  •  •  • 542 

Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken 461 

Glory  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night 40 

Go  forth  on  wings  of  faith  and  prayer 506 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 201 

God  of  mercy  hear  our  prayer 79 

God  of  my  childhood  and  my  youth 115 

God  of  my  life  !  to  Thee o7 

God  of  my  salvation,  hear 420 

'*  Go,  preach  my  Gospel,"  saith  the  Lord 483 

Go  to  thy  rest,  my  child  •  •  • 106 

Go  when  the  morjiing  shineth 1 

Grace  !  'tis  a  charming  sound 210 

Gracious  Spirit,  Love  divine 170 

Great  God,  how  infinite  art  thou-  •  •  j 1.1 

Great  God  of  wonders  !  all  thy  ways  •  •  •  • 208 

Great  God,  the  nations  of  the  earth 514 

Great  God,  we  sing  that  mighty  hand 548 

Green  pastures  and  clear  streams 242 

HAIL,  church  of  Christ,  bought  with  his  blood  468 

Ha  il,  precious  book  divine 509 

Hail,  sovereign  love,  that  first  began 436 

Hail,  sweetest,  dearest  tie  that  binds 330 

Hail  to  the  brightness  of  Zion's  glad  morning-  •  530 

Hallelujah  !  victory,  victory 280 

Happy  the  heart  where  graces  reign 256 

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INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES. 

Hark,  from  the  tombs  a  warning  sound 55'5 

Hark,  hark,  the  Gospel  trumpet  sounds 37C 

Hark,  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord 302 

Hark,  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 231 

Haste,  0  sinner,  now  be  wise 361 

Haste,  the  day  dawns,  haste  away 154 

Hear  what  the  Lord  from  heaven  proclaims-  •  •  •  li7 

Hearts  of  stone,  relent,  relent 390 

Here,  blessed  God,  behold  a  few 138 

He  lives  !  the  great  Redeemer  lives 237 

He  that  goeth  forth  with  weeping 2(37 

High  in  yonder  realms  of  light 583 

Holy  and  reverend  is  the  name 204 

Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord 212 

Hcly  Spirit  from  on  high 162 

How  beauteous  are  their  feet 484 

How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies 558 

How  blest  the  sacred  tie  that  binds 479 

How  charming  is  the  place 134 

How  condescending  and  how  kind 473 

How  few  the  word  of  God  regard 340 

How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord*  •  •  300 

How  happy  every  child  of  grace 321 

How  happy  is  the  child  who  hears '84 

How  helpless  guilty  nature  lies 341 

How  honored  is  the  place 4iS0 

How  long  hath  God  bestowed  his  care 536 

How  lost  was  my  condition 434 

How  oft,  alas  !  this  wretched  heart 286 

How  painfully  pleasing  the  fond  recollection-  •  •    53 

How  pleasant  'tis  to  see 49 

How  shall  tlie  young  secure  their  hearts 54 

How  short  and  hasty  is  our  life 554 

How  sweetly  flowed  the  gospel  sound 223 

How  sweet  the  melting  lay-    156 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 247 

How  sweet  to  bless  the  Lord 186 

How  sweet  to  leave  the  world  awhile 136 

How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours 213 

(  AND  my  house  will  serve  the  Lord 77 

I  asked  the  Lord,  that  I  might  grow 17^ 

I  hear  a  voice  that  comes  from  far 381 

I  just  begin  to  see <■ 39i 

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INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES. 

I  love  the  sacred  book  of  God 18 

I  love  thy  kingdom,  Lord 482 

I  love  to  see  the  Lord  below 153 

I  love  to  steal  awhile  away 33 

I'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord 261 

In  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways 459 

Id  all  my  vast  concerns  with  thee 199 

In  all  my  ways,  0  God 51 

In  duties  and  in  sufferings  too 257 

In  evil  long  I  took  delight 427 

Infinite  excellence  is  thine 244 

In  heaven  the  rapturous  song  began •'  215 

In  life's  joyous  morning,  while  hope  still  is  bright    81 

In  the  floods  of  tribulation 95 

In  this  calm  impressive  hour 21 

In  this  lone  hour  of  deep  distress 113 

In  thy  great  name,  0  Lord  we  come 147 

In  thy  name,  0  Lord,  assembling 148 

In  vain  our  fancy  strives  to  paint 560 

I  saw  beyond  the  tomb 366 

I  send  the  joys  of  earth  away 449 

Is  this  the  kind  return 537 

I  would  not  live  alway :  I  ask  not  to  stay 118 

JERUSALEM  !  my  glorious  home 582 

Jesus,  at  thy  command 315 

Jesus,  full  of  all  compassion 401 

Jesus,  I  love  thy  charming  name 248 

Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken 451 

Jesus  invites  his  saints 470 

Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high 235 

Jesus,  let  thy  pitying  eye 285 

Jesus,  Lover  of  my  soul 204 

Jesus,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone 435 

Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 513 

Jesus,  thou  art  the  sinner's  friend 295 

Jesus,  thy  love  shall  we  forget 474 

Jesus,  we  bow  before  tliy  throne 515 

Jesus,  where'er  thy  people  meet 146 

Jesus,  who  knows  full  well 180 

Join  all  the  glorious   names 243 

Joyful  words — "  we  meet  again" — 92 

Joy  to  the  world  !  the  Lord  is  come 216 

Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea 416 

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INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES. 

^KEEP  silence,  all  created  things 198 

Kin^.ly  the  Lord  appeared 102 

Kindred  in  Christ,  tor  his  dear  sake 467 

Know,  my  soul,  thy  full  salvation 308 

LABORERS  of  Christ,  arise 26^ 

Lamb  of  God,  whose  bleeding  love 475 

Let  every  mortal  ear  attend 373 

Let  me  go,  the  day  is  breaking 122 

Let  pure  clouds  of  incense  be  wafted  to  heaven*  •  507 

Let  thy  kingdom,  blessed  Saviour   306 

Let  Zion  and  her  sons  rejoice 349 

Let  Zion's  watchmen  all  awake 485 

Life  is  a  span,  a  fleeting  hour 129 

Light  of  life,  seraphic  fire ; •  •  •  144 

Look,  ye  saints,  the  day  is  breaking 529 

Lord,  assist  us  by  thv  grace 76 

Lord  God,  the  Holy  Ghost 343 

Lord,  how  delightful  'tis  to  see 43 

Lord,  I  am  thine,  entirely  thine 452 

Lord,  1  cannot  let  thee  go 181 

Lord,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice 17 

Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear 158 

Lord,  in  tiiy  courts  we  now  appear 139 

Lord,  may  thy  goodness  cause  our  land 540 

Lord  of  heaven,  and  earth,  and  ocean 539 

Lord  of  hosts,  to  thee  we  raise 497 

Lord  of  my  life,  0  may  thy  praise 22 

Lord  of  the  worlds  above 152 

Lord,  send  thy  word  and  let  it  fly 517 

Lord,  there  is  a  throne  of  grace 133 

Lord,  thou  hast  searched  and  seen  me  through*  •  200 

Lord,  thou  hast  won — at  length  I  }■  ield 417 

Lord,  'tis  sweet  to  mingle  where - 135 

Lord,  we  bow  before  thy  throne 515 

Lord,  we  come  before  thee  now 142 

Lord,  we  early  come  to  meet  thee  159 

Lord,  what  a  thoughtless  wretch  was  1 857 

Lord,  when  we  bow  before  thy  throne 172 

Love  is  the  fountain  whence 255 

Lo  !  he  comes,  with  clouds  descending 567 

Lo  !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land 572 

Lo !  what  a  glorious  sight  appeal's 533 

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INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES. 

MAY  I  resolve  with  all  my  heart 260 

Mercy,  O  thou  Son  of  David 433 

Messiah  !  at  thy  glad  approach 217 

My  Captain  sounds  the  alarm  of  war 277 

My  days,  my  weeks,  my  months,  my  years*  • . .  543 

My  dear  Redeemer  and'my  Lord 225 

My  drowsy  powers,  why  sleep  ye  so 259 

My  foniier  hopes  are  fled • 395 

My  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love 23 

My  God,  my  life,  my  love 15 

My  God,  my  portion  and  my  love 213 

My  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 3 

My  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys 311 

My  gracious  Lord,  1  own  thy  right 2G2 

My  heart,  how  dreadful  hard  it  is 283 

My  soul  be  on  tliy  guard 276 

My  soul  lies  cleaving  to  the  dust 272 

My  soul  repeat  his  praise 207 

NO  more,  my  God,  I  boast  no  more 422 

No,  never  shall  my  heart  despond 185 

Nor  eye  hath  seen,  nor  ear  hath  heard 577 

Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts 421 

Not  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth •  •  •  •  419 

Not  to  condemn  the  sons  of  men 220 

Not  to  myself  I  owe 431 

Now  condescend  almighty  King 08 

Now  from  labor  and  from  care 36 

Now  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts 62 

Now  from  the  world  withdrawn 140 

Now  gracious  Lord,  thine  arm  reveal 549 

Now  is  the  accepted  time 375 

Now  let  our  mourning  hearts  revive 493 

Now  let  us  raise  one  last  sweet  song 326 

Now  mercy's  light-winged  page 504 

Now  the  shades  of  night  are  gone 56 

0,  AS  upon  my  mother's  grave Ill 

0,  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul 538 

0,  come  let  us  sing  to  the  Lord 187 

0,  could  I  find  some  peaceful  bower- 284 

0,  could  we  speak  the  matchless  worth 245 

O'er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness 526 

0  for  a  closer  walk  with  God 291 

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INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES. 

0  for  a  glance  of  heavenly  day 398 

V  for  a  sight,  a  blissful  sight 579 

0  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 252 

0  for  one  celestial  ray 150 

O  for  that  tenderness*^ of , heart • .  •  399 

Oft  the  tidings  of  salvation 391 

0,  happy  day  that  fixed  my  choice 464 

0  how  divine,  how  sweet  the  joy 446 

0  how  happy  are  they 439 

O  how  the  iiearts  of  those  revive 444 

0  Jesus,  delight  of  my  soul 83 

0  Lamb  of  God,  now  wounded 230 

0  lend  me  the  wings  of  a  dove 320 

0  Lord,  I  fall   before  thy  face 403 

0  Lord,  my  best  desires  fulfil SO 

0  Lord,  our  God,  arise 516 

'  0  Lord,  thy  tender  mercy  hears 10 

0  Lord,  thy  work  revive 336 

Once  I  thought  my  mountain  strong 288 

Once  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day 24 

Once,  0  Lord,  thy  garden  flourished 333 

One  sweet  flower  has  drooped  and  faded 107 

One  there  is  above  all  others 240 

On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  1  stand 322 

Onward,  herald  of  the  Gospel 502 

0  righteous  God,  thou  Judge  supreme 534 

0,  send  thy  spirit  down 519 

O  spirit  of  the  living  God 518 

O  that  I  knew  the  secret  place 13 

0  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone 396 

0  thou  before  whose  gi-acious  throne 492 

0  thou  faithful  God  of  love 109 

0  thou  in  whose  presence  my  soul  takes  delight  292 

O  thou,  my  soul,  forget  no  more 473 

0  thou  that  hear'st  the  prayer  of  faith 423 

0  thou  that  hearest  prayer,  Attend 160 

0  thou  that  hearest  prayer.  And  teachest 171 

0  thou,  the  helpless  orphan's  hope 114 

O  thou,  who  dry'st  the  mourner's  tear 94 

0  thou  whose  compassionate  care 98 

0  thou  whose  wise  paternal  love 103 

0  turn  ye,  0  turn  ye,  for  why  will  you  die-  •  •  •  369 

Our  country's  voice  is  pleading •  500 

Our  helper  God,  we  bless  thy  name 546 

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INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES. 

Our  souls  by  love  together  knit • .  328 

0  weep  not  for  the  joys  that  fade 180 

0  what  amazing  words  of  grace 410 

O  when  shall  I  see  Jesus 319 

0  when  the  tear  is  gushing 8 

0  where  is  now  that  glowing  love 332 

0  where  shall  rest  be  found 574 

PAKCHED  by  the  noon-tide  heat 32 

Peace  be  to  this  habitation 50 

People  of  the  living  God 453 

Planted  in  Christ,  the  living  vine 477 

Praise,  my  soul,  the  God  that  sought  thee 209 

Praise  to  God,  the  great  Creator  188 

Prayer  an  answer  will  obtain 177 

Prayer  is  appointed  to  convey 176 

Prayer  is  the  breath  of  God  in  man 175 

Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire 6 

Precious  I'ible,  what  a  treasure 20 

Prostrate  at  Jesus'  feet  behold 408 

KATSE,  thoughtless  sinner,  raise  thine  eye-  •  •  •  351 

Keady  for  my  earthen  bed 116 

Rejoice,  for  Christ  the  Saviour  reigns 443 

Remark,  my  soul,  the  narrow  bound 544 

Remember  thy  Creator 379 

Repent !  the  voice  celestial  cries 355 

Return,  my  roving  heart,  return 9 

Return,  0  wanderer,  now^  return 388 

Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings 314 

Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me • 296 

SALEM'S  bright  King,  Jesus  by  name 463 

Salvation,  0  the  joyful  sound 448 

Saved  by  grace,  I  live  to  tell • 429 

Saved  ourselves  by  Jesus'  blood- ' 338 

Saviour,  breathe  an  evening  blessing 65 

Saviour,  thy  law  we  love 461 

Saviour,  visit  thy  plantation 335 

Saw  ye  not  the  c  loud  arise 345 

Say,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within 358 

Say,  why  should  friendship  grieve  for  those-  •  •  •  123 

See  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stand 82 

Serene  I  laid  me  down 25 

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INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES. 

,  Servant  of  God,  well  done 281 

Shepherd  of  Israel,  bend  thine  ear 4b8 

Sinners   are  bending 440 

Sinner,  art  thou  still  secure 352 

Sinners,  haste  to  mercy's  gate 364 

Sinner,  rouse  thee  from  thy  sleep 359 

Sinners,  will  you  scorn  the  message 387 

Soldiers  of  Christ  arise 275 

Soldiers  of  the  cross,  arise 279 

Soldier  of  tlie  living  God 487 

So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 264 

Son  of  God,  our  glorious   Head 495 

Sovereign  grace  hath  power  alone 430 

Sovereign  Ruler,  Lord  of  all 394 

Sow  in  the  morn  thy  seed 268 

Stand  up,  my  soul, "shake  off  thy  fears 278 

Stop,  poor  sinner,  stop  and  think 365 

Sweet  is  the  light  of  Sabbath-eve 42 

Sweet  is  the  prayer  whose  holy  stream 7 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King 30 

Sweet  is  the  work,  0  Lord 61 

Sweet  land  of  rest !  for  thee  I  sigh 323 

Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing 305 

Sweet  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt 290 

Sweet  were  the  tears  that  once  I  shed 428 

Sweeter  sounds  than  music  knows 221 

Sweetest  bonds  of  friendship  here 47 

Swell  the  anthem,  raise  the  song 541 

Swift  as  the  winged  arrow  flies- 86 

THAT  awful  day  will  surely  come 571 

That  was  a  time  of  wondrous  love 438 

The  bosom  where  I  oft  have  lain 110 

The  chariot !  the  chariot !  &c. 568 

The  day  is  past  and  gone-  •  •  •  • 63 

The  grave  is  now  a  favored  spot 128 

The  heathen  perish  ;  day  by  day 522 

The  hours  of  evening  close   69 

The  light  of  Sabbatli-eve 72 

The  little  cloud  increases  still 346 

The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkest  skies 347 

The  Lord  into  his  garden  comes 348 

The  Lord  is  risen  indeed 234 

The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns 196 

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INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES. 

The  Lord  on  mortal  worms  looks  down 265 

The  Lord,  our  God,  is  clothed  with  might 197 

The  mellow  eve  is  gliding 34 

I'he  morning  light  is  breaking 528 

The  praying  Spirit  breathe     11 

The  rosy  light  is  dawning 27 

Tlie  short  lived  day  declines  in  haste 64 

The  Spirit  in  our  hearts 886 

The  swift  declining  day 555 

The  time  is  short,  sinners  beware 553 

The  voice  of  free  grace,  &c. 372 

Thee  we  adore,  eternal  King 545 

There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood 232 

There  is  a  house  not  made  with  hands 575 

There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest 576 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight 578 

They  all  have  met  in  heaven  at  last 131 

Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love 73 

This  God  is  "the  God  we  adore 214 

This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made 59 

This  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love 339 

This  sacred  day,  gr«at  God,  we  close 70 

Thou  art,  0  God,'  the  life  and  light 193 

Thou  keeper  of  a  lovely  flock 241 

Thou  lovely  source  of  true  delight 19 

Thou  only  centre  of  my  rest 97 

Thou  sweet  gliding  Cedron,  &c. 226 

Thou  who  a  tender  parent  art ^0 

Though  hard  the  winds  are  blowing 317 

Though  'mid  frosts  dark  and  dreary 505 

Thrice  happy  souls  who  born  of  heaven 55 

Through  endless  years  thou  art  the  same 194 

Through  many  climes,  o'er  many  lands 508 

Through  sorrow's  night,  and  danger's  path 561 

Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on 37 

Thy  people.  Lord,  who  trust  thy  word 512 

'Tis  a  point  I  long  to  know 301 

'Tis  God  the  Spirit  leads 166 

'Tis  my  happiness  below 96 

'Tis  pleasant  to  sing 331 

*Tis  the  hour  when  silent  thought 39 

To-day  if  you  will  hear  his  voice 377 

To-day  the  Saviour  calls 376 

To  God,  the  only  wise 203 

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INDEX  OF  FIRST   LINES. 

,  To  Jesus,  the  crown  of  my  hope 119 

To  leave  my  dear  home,  and  from  kindred  to  part      5 

To  the  ark  away  !  or  perish 3G3 

To  the  cross  where  Jesus  dies 229 

To  thee,  when  called  awhile  to  part 88 

To  thy  great  name,  0  Prince  of  peace 4.0 

UP  !  shake  off  the  bands  of  sleep  • loG 

VAIN  delusive  world  adieu 304 

Vain  man,  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear 354 

Vouchsafe,  0  Lord,  thy  presence  now 4i;4 

WAIT,  0  my  soul,  thy  Maker's  will 202 

Wake  the  song  of  Jubilee 532 

Waked  by  the  trumpet's  sound 562 

Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night 527 

We  bid  thee  welcome  in  the  name 4t9 

We  feel  that  heaven  is  now  begun 441 

We  give  immortal  praise 211 

We  speak  of  the  realms  of  the  blest 325 

Weeping  soul,  no  longer  mourn 412 

Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest 29 

Welcome  !  welcome  !  sinner,  hear 406 

What  courteous  stranger  at  the  door 503 

What  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page 510 

AVhat  is   life  V — 'tis  but  a  vapor 581 

V\^hat  is  the  world  ? — a  wildering  maze 511 

What's  this  that  steals  awav  my  breath 121 

What  think  ye  of  Christ,  is 'the  "test 246 

What  various  hindrances  we  meet 174 

When  any  turn  from  Zion's  way 287 

When  blooming  youth  is  snatched  away 108 

When  God  revealed  his  gracious  nan:ie 437 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 324 

When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 471 

Wlien  languor  and  disease  invade 100 

Wiien  marshalled  on  the  tiightly  plain 219 

Wheii,  0  dear  Jesus,  when  shall  1 44 

When  on  her  Maker's  bosom 45 

When  on  Sinai's  top  1  see 223 

When  quiet  in  my  house  I  sit 16 

When  rising  froni  the  bed  of  death  565 

When  shall  we  all  meet  again 90  • 

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INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES. 

When  shall  we  meet  again 91 

When  the  last  trumpet's  awful  voice 564 

When  the  spark  of  life  is  waning 120 

When  the  worn  spirit  wants  repose 28 

When  thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  shalt  come-  •  •  570 

When  thy  mortal  life  is  fled 368 

When  torn  is  the  bosom  by  sorrow  or  care-  •  •  •  184 

Wlien  we  in  darkness  walk 298 

When  we,  with  welcome  slumber  pressed 57 

Wliere  two  or  three,  with  sweet  accord  143 

AVhile  I  to  grief  my  soul  gave  way •  •  344 

While  life  prolongs  its  precious  light 353 

While  the  heralds  of  salvation 520 

While  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power 14 

While  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun 550 

Who  are  these  that  come  from  far 531 

Who  can  describe  the  joys  that  rise 447 

Who  can  forbear  to  sing 445 

Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends 125 

Wliy  is  my  heart  so  far  from  thee 12 

Why  should  the  children  of  a  King 168 

Why  should  we  start  and  fear  to  die 117 

Why  sleep  we,  my  brethren,  come  let  us  arise-  •  334 

Why  that  look  of  sadness 297 

With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 239 

Would  you  win  a  soul  to  God 486 

YE  angels  who  stand  round  the  throne 580 

Ye  careless  ones,  0  hear  betimes 380 

Ye  daughters  of  Zion,  declare  have  you  seen-  -  249 

Ye  dying  sons  of  men 385 

Ye  hearts,  with  youthful  vigor  warm 373 

Ye  humble  souls,  approach  your  God 205 

Ye  men  and  angels,  witness  now 469 

Ye  messengers  of  Christ 524 

Ye  servants  of  the  Lord 269 

Yes,  my  native  land,  I  love  thee 525 

Yes,  she  is  gone — yet  do  not  thou 112 

Vour  harps,  ye  trembling  saints 309 

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ORDER  OF   SUBJECTS. 

Tlie  Figures  indicate  the  Hymns, 

THE  CLOSET. 

i.  retirement 1-7 

ii.  spiritual  exercises 9-15 

iii.  bible  in  the  closet 16-20 

iv.  morning 21-30 

(lord's  day  morning) 27-30 

V.  NOON 31-32 

vi.  evening 33-44 

(lord's  day  evening) 42-44 

THE  FAMILY. 

I.    INSTITUTED 45-46 

II.    DOMESTIC  HAPPINESS 47-50 

III.    FAMILY  WORSHIP 51-73 

(1.    MORNING    55-58 

2.  lord's  DAY  MORNING 59-61 

3.  EVENING 62-69 

4.  lord's  day  evening) 70-73 

iv.  the  parental  reiiation 74-84 

v.  birth-days 85-87 

vi.  partings  and  reunions 88-93 

vii.  affliction 94-131 

SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

I.    INTRODUCTORY 132-154 

II.    MORNING  PRAYER  MEETINGS  .  .  154-159 

III.    HOLY  SPIRIT  INVOKED 160-170 

IV.  PRAYER  171-185 

V.    PRAISE   TO  GOD 186-214 

VI.    PRAISE  TO  CHRIST 215-254 

YII.    CHRISTIAN  LIFE 255-281 

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ORDER   OF   SUBJECTS. 

SOCIAL  WORSHIP,— (7o/l/^7^?^ed 

Vlir.    SORROTTS   AND  JOYS r    282-325 

IX.    CLOSING    HYMNS 326-331 

REVIVALS. 

I.    PREPARATION 332-349 

II.    SINNERS    WARNED 350-369 

III.    SINNERS    INVITED 370-391 

lY.    INQUIRERS 392-418 

Y.    CONVERTS  419-455 

YI.    CONVERTS    BAPTIZED 456-464 

YII.    CONVERTS  AT  THE  LORD^S  SUPPER  465-476 

THE  CHURCH. 

I.  ORGANIZED 477-482 

II.  PASTORS 483-493 

III.  DEACONS 494,  495 

lY.  PLACES  OF  WORSHIP 496-499 

SPREAD  OF  THE  GOSPEL. 

I.    HOME  MISSIONS 500-502 

II.    COLPORTEUR  HYMNS 503-506 

III.    MINISTERIAL   EDUCATION 507,508 

lY.    BIBLE    DISTRIBUTION 509-511 

Y.    FOREIGN    MISSIONS 512-533 

SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 

I.  FAST 534-537 

II.    THANKSGIVING 538-542 

III.    CLOSE  OF  THE  YEAR 543-547 

lY.    NEW  YEAR 548-551 

THE  FUTURE  STATE. 

I.  DEATH 552-560 

II.    THE    RESURRECTION 561-564 

in.    THE  JUDGMENT 565-571 

lY.    ETERNITY '572-574 

Y.  HEAVEN 575-583 

DOXOLOGIES PAGE  384 

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THE 

BAPTIST    HAEP. 


THE    CLOSET. 

I.— RETIREMENT. 

7's  &  6's.  Edin.  Rev. 

"  Enter  into  thy  closets 

1  GO  when  the  morning  shine th, 

Go  when  the  noon  is  bright, 
Go  when  the  eve  declineth, 

Go  in  the  hush  of  night ; 
Go  with  pure  mind  and  feeling, 

Fling  earthly  thought  away, 
And,  in  thy  closet  kneeling, 

Do  thou  in  secret  pray. 

2  Or,  if  'tis  e'er  denied  thee 

In  solitude  to  pray, 
Should  holy  thoughts  come  o'er  thee 

When  friends  are  round  thy  way  ; 
E'en  then  the  silent  breathing, 

Thy  spirit  raised  above, 
Will  reach  his  throne  of  glory, 

Where  dwells  eternal  love. 

3  0,  not  a  joy  or  blessing 

With  this  can  we  compare — 
The  grace  our  Father  gave  us 

To  pour  our  souls  in  prayer ; 
Whene'er  thou  pinest  in  sadness, 

Before  his  footstool  fall ; 
Remember,  in  thy  gladness, 

His  love  who  gave  thee  all. 
I 


2 


THE  CLOSET. 

C.   M.  COWPER. 

Holy  Retirement. 

1  FAR  from  the  world,  0  Lord,  I  jSee, 

From  strife  and  tumult  far  ; 
From  scenes  where  Satan  wages  still 
His  most  successful  war. 

2  The  calm  retreat,  the  silent  shade, 

With  prayer  and  praise  agree  ; 
And  seem  by  thy  sweet  bounty  made 
For  those  who  follow  thee. 

3  There,  if  thy  Spirit  touch  the  soul, 

And  grace  her  mean  abode, 
0,  with  what  peace  and  joy  and  love 
She  communes  with  her  God  ! 

4  Author  and  guardian  of  my  life, 

Sweet  source  of  light  divine. 
And — all  harmonious  names  in  one— 
My  Saviour,  thou  art  mine. 

5  "What  thanks  I  owe  thee,  and  what  love  1 

A  boundless,  endless  store ! 
Thy  praise  shall  fill  the  realms  above, 
When  time  shall  be  no  more. 

8L.  M.  Watts, 

•  God  found  in  Retirement, 

1  MY  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 
A  stranger  to  myself  and  thee ; 
Amidst  a  thousand  thoughts  I  rove, 
Forgetful  of  my  highest  love. 

2  Why  should  my  passions  mix  with  earth, 
And  thus  debase  my  heavenly  birth  ? 
Why  should  I  cleave  to  things  below, 
And  let  my  God,  my  Saviour,  go  ? 

2 


RETIREMENT. 

3  Call  me  awaj  from  flesh  and  sense, 

One  sovereign  word  can  draw  me  thence ; 
1  would  obey  the  voice  divine, 
And  all  inferior  joys  resign. 

4  Be  earth  with  all  her  scenes  withdrawn ; 
Let  noise  and  vanity  be  gone ; 

In  secret  silence  of  the  mind, 

My  heaven,  and  there  my  God  I  find. 

4C.  M.  RippoNs  Col. 

•  God  seeth  in  Rttirement. 

1  FATHER  divine,  thy  piercing  eye 

Sees  through  the  darkest  night ; 
In  deep  retirement  thou  art  nigh, 
With  heart-discerning  sight. 

2  May  that  observing  eye  survey 

My  faithful  homage  paid, 
With  every  morning's  dawning  ray, 
And  every  evening's  shade. 

3  0,  let  thy  own  celestial  fire 

The  incense  still  inflame. 
While  fervent  vows  to  thee  aspire. 
Through  my  Redeemer's  name. 

4  So  shall  the  visits  of  thy  love 

My  soul  in  secret  bless  ; 
So  wilt  thou  deign,  in  worlds  above, 
Thy  suppliant  to  confess. 

K  II'S.  ANOJi. 

^  •  The  Boicer  of  Prayer, 

1  TO  leave  my  dear  home,  and  from  kindred  to  part. 
And  go  forth  an  exile,  afflicts  not  my  heart. 
Like  the  sad  thought  of  pining  in  absence  away 
From  that  loved  retreat  where  I've  chosen  to  pray. 


THE  CLOSET. 

2  Sweet  bower,  where  the  vine  and  the  green  ivy  spread 
Their  clustering  branches  a  roof  o'er  my  head ; 

How  oft  have  1  knelt  on  the  downy  turf  there, 
And  poured  out  my  soul  to  the  Saviour  in  prayer. 

3  The  lark's  early  note  I  observed  as  my  bell, 
To  call  me  to  duty  from  sleep's  drowsy  spell ; 
While  soft  gliding  waters,  and  birds  of  the  air. 
Sung  anthems  of  praise  as  I  went  forth  to  prayer. 

4  How  sweet  were  the  breezes,  perfumed  by  the  pine, 
And  rich  was  the  breath  of  the  wild  eglantine ; 
But  sweeter,  0  sweeter,  and  far  richer  were 

The  joys  that  I  tasted  in  answer  to  prayer. 

5  For  Jesus  my  spirit  deigned  often  to  meet, 

And  grace  with  his  presence  my  humble  retreat ; 
Oft  filled  me  with  rapture  and  blessedn  iss  there, 
And  gave  me  a  foretaste  of  heaven  in  prayer. 

6  Dear  bower,  I  must  leave  thee — must  bid  thee  adieu, 
To  wander  a  stranger  in  scenes  that  are  new  ; 

But  my  gracious  Saviour  resides  every  where, 
And  can  in  all  places  give  answer  to  prayer. 

6C.   M.  MONTGOMERT, 

•  Nature  of  Secret  Prayer. 

1  PRAYER  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 

Unuttered  or  expressed ; 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire, 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 

The  falling  of  a  tear ; 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 

The  Christian's  native  air  ; 
His  watch- word  at  the  gates  of  death; 
He  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 

4 


RETIREMENT. 

7C.  M.      Martineau's  Col. 
•  Sweetness  of  Secret  Prayer. 

1  SWEET  is  the  prayer  whose  holy  stream 

In  earnest  pleading  flows  ; 
Devotion  dwells  upon  the  theme, 
And  warm  and  warmer  glows. 

2  Faith  grasps  the  blessing  she  desires , 

Hope  points  the  upward  gaze ; 
And  Love,  celestial  Love,  inspires 
The  eloquence  of  praise. 

3  But  sweeter  far  the  still  small  voice, 

Unheard  by  human  ear, 
When  God  has  made  the  heart  rejoice, 
And  dried  the  bitter  tear. 

4  No  accents  flow,  no  words  ascend ; 

All  utterance  faileth  there ; 
But  sainted  spirits  comprehend, 
And  God  accepts  the  prayer  1 


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7's  &  6's.  G.  B.  IDE. 

•  Secret  Prayer  the  Balm  of  Sorrow, 

1  0,  WHEN  the  tear  is  gushing 

From  sorrow^s  faded  eye. 
When  gathering  storms  are  rushing 

Across  the  gloomy  sky. 
When  the  full  heart  is  breaking, 

And  hope  is  far  away. 
How  sweet,  the  world  forsaking. 

Alone  with  God,  to  pray ! 

2  The  mourner,  lowly  bending, 

Flies  to  the  Saviour^ s  feet. 

And  healing  balm,  descending 

From  Mercy^s  holy  seat, 

5  1* 


THE  CLOSET. 

The  joy,  that  earth  gives  never, 
Sheds  o^er  the  troubled  breast ; 

And  peace  that  lasts  for  ever, 
Lulls  every  care  to  rest. 

3  0,  weary  child  of  sadness, 

Pilgrim  bereft  and  lone, 
Behold  the  fount  of  gladness, 

Springing  from  heaven's  throne ; 
Each  want  and  sin  confessing, 

On  Christ  thy  burden  lay, 
And  learn  how  rich  the  blessing. 

Alone  with  God,  to  pray ! 

II.—SPUIITUAL  EXERCISES. 

9  1j.  M.  Doddridge. 

•  Secret  Self-Examination. 

1  KETURN,  my  roving  heart,  return. 

And  life's  vain  shadows  chase  no  more  ; 
Seek  out  some  solitude  to  mourn, 
And  thy  forsaken  God  implore. 

2  0  thou  great  God,  whose  piercing  eye, 

Distinctly  marks  each  deep  retreat, 

In  these  sequestered  hours  draw  nigh, 

And  let  me  here  thy  presence  meet. 

3  Through  all  the  windings  of  my  heart,  ' 

My  search  let  heavenly  wisdom  guide, 
And  still  its  radiant  beams  impart, 
Till  all  be  known  and  purified. 

4  Then  let  the  visits  of  thy  love, 

My  inmost  soul  be  made  to  share, 
Till  every  grace  combine  to  prove. 
That  God  has  fixed  his  dwelling  there. 


SPIRITUAL  EXERCISES. 

1  f\  CM.  Steele. 

1  \J«  Private  Humiliation, 

1  0  LORD,  thy  tender  mercy  hears 

Contrition^s  humble  sigh ; 
Thy  hand,  indulgent,  wipes  the  tears 
From  sorrow^s  weeping  eye. 

2  See !  low  before  thy  throne  of  grace, 

A  sinful  wanderer  mourn  : 
Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face  ? 
Hast  thou  not  said,  *'  Eeturn  ?" 

8  0  !  shine  on  this  benighted  heart — 
With  beams  of  mercy  shine  ; 
And  let  thy  healing  voice  impart 
A  taste  of  joys  divine. 

4  Thy  presence  only  can  bestow 
Celights  which  never  cloy: 
Be  this  my  solace  here  below, 
A  nd  my  eternal  joy. 

1  -j  S.  M.  c.  Wesley. 

i  i-  •  Watching  unto  Prayer, 

1  THE  praying  spirit  breathe, 

The  watching  power  impart, 
From  every  lure  and  snare  beneath, 
Call  off  my  grovelling  heart. 

2  My  feeble  mind  sustain. 

By  worldly  thoughts  oppressed. 
Appear,  and  bid  me  turn  again 
To  my  eternal  rest. 

3  Lord,  to  my  rescue  come  ; 

Make  my  vain  fancies  cease : 
0,  lead  my  wandering  spirit  home, 
And  keep  in  perfect  peace. 
7 


THE  CLOSET. 

4  Let  me  no  longer  rove 

O^er  all  the  earth  abroad, 
Arrest  the  prisoner  of  thy  love, 
And  shut  me  up  in  God. 

1 Q  CM.  Watts 

J-  u  t  Distance  from  God  lamented. 

1  WHY  is  my  heart  so  far  from  thee, 

My  God,  my  chief  delight  ? 
Why  are  my  thoughts  no  more  by  day 
With  thee,  no  more  by  night  ? 

2  Why  should  my  foolish  passions  rove? 

Where  can  such  sweetness  be, 
As  I  have  tasted  in  thy  love, 
As  I  have  found  in  thee  ? 

8  When  my  forgetful  soul  renews 
The  savor  of  thy  grace, 
My  heart  presumes  I  canaot  lose 
The  relish  all  my  days. 

4  But  ere  one  fleeting  hour  is  past, 

The  flattering  world  employs 
Some  sensual  bait  to  seize  my  taste, 
And  to  pollute  my  joys. 

5  Then  I  repent,  and  vex  my  soul 

That  I  should  leave  thee  so : 
Where  will  those  wild  affections  roll 
That  let  a  Saviour  go  ? 

C.  M.  Watts. 

Seeking  God. 
1  0  THAT  I  knew  the  secret  place. 
Where  I  might  find  my  God  ! 
I'd  spread  my  wants  before  his  face, 
And  pour  my  woes  abroad. 


18. 


SPIRITUAL  EXERCISES. 

2  I*d  tell  him  how  my  vsins  arise, 

What  sorrows  I  sustain ; 
How  grtice  decays,  and  comfort  dies, 
And  leaves  my  heart  in  pain. 

3  He  knows  what  arguments  I^d  take 

To  wrestle  with  my  God  ; 
I'd  plead  for  his  own  mercy's  sake, 
And  for  my  Saviour's  blood. 


C.  M.  Williams 

Finding  God  in  all  tilings. 


14. 

1  WHILE  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power ! 

Be  my  vain  wishes  stilled ; 

And  may  this  consecrated  hour 

With  better  hopes  be  filled. 

2  Thy  love  the  power  of  thought  bestowed. 

To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar  ; 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flowed, 
That  mercy  I  adore. 

3  In  each  event  of  life  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  I  see  ! 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  most  dear. 
Because  conferred  by  thee. 

4  In  «very  joy  that  crowns  my  days. 

In  every  pain  I  boar, 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 
Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

5  When  gladness  wings  my  favored  hour, 

Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill ; 
Resigned,  when  storms  of  sorrow  lower, 
My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will. 


THE    CLOSET. 

6  My  lifted  eye  without  a  tear, 

The  gathering  storm  shall  see  ; 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear  ; 
That  heart  will  rest  on  thee. 

1^  S.  M.  Watts. 

^  •  Joy  in  God  alone, 

1  MY  God,  my  life,  my  love, 

To  thee,  to  thee  I  call ; 
I  cannot  live,  if  thou  remove, 
For  thou  art  all  in  all. 

2  Thy  shining  grace  can  cheer 

This  dungeon  where  I  dwell ; 
'Tis  paradise  when  thou  art  here, 
If  thou  depart,  ^tis  hell. 

3  Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  sky 

Can  one  delight  afford, 
No,  not  a  drop  of  real  joy, 
Without  thy  presence,  Lord. 

4  Thou  art  the  sea  of  love, 

Where  all  my  pleasures  roll. 
The  circle  wher€  my  passions  move, 
And  centre  of  my  soul. 

ni— BIBLE  IN  THE  CLOSET. 

1  A  L.   M.   Montgomery's  Coi^ 

1  0#  The  Bible  a  Companion. 

I  WHEN  quiet  in  my  house  I  sit. 
Thy  Book  be  my  companion  still. 
My  joy  thy  statutes  to  repeat. 

Talk  o^er  the  records  of  thy  will, 
And  search  the  oracles  divine, 
Till  every  heartfelt  word  be  mine. 
10 


BIBLE   IN   THE   CLOSET. 

,   2  Oft  as  I  lay  me  down  to  rest, 

0  may  the  reconciling  word 
Sweetly  compose  my  weary  breast, 

While  on  the  bosom  of  my  Lord, 
I  sink  in  blissful  dreams  away, 
And  visions  of  eternal  day. 

o  Rising  to  sing  my  Saviour's  praise, 

Thee  may  I  publish  all  day  long ; 

And  let  thy  precious  word  of  grace 

Flow  from  my  heart,  and  fill  my  tongue, 
Fill  all  my  life  with  purest  love, 
And  join  me  to  the  Church  above. 


nC.   M.  Watts 

t  The  Bible  a  Heritage. 

1  LORD,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice, 

My  lasting  heritage ; 
There  shall  my  noblest  powers  rejoice, 
My  warmest  thoughts  engage. 

2  1^11  read  the  histories  of  thy  love. 

And  keep  thy  laws  in  sight, 
While  through  the  promises  I  rove. 
With  ever  fresh  delight. 

3  'Tis  a  broad  land,  of  wealth  unknown. 

Where  springs  of  life  arise, 
Seeds  of  immortal  bliss  are  sown, 
And  hidden  glory  lies. 

4  The  best  relief  that  mourners  have^ 

It  makes  our  sorrows  blest; 
Our  fairest  hope  beyond  the  grave, 
And  our  eternal  rest. 
11 


THE    CLOSET. 

1  Q  L.  M.  Kelly. 

1  O .  The  Bible  a  Delight. 

1  I  LOVE  the  sacred  book  of  God ; 

No  other  can  its  place  supply : 
It  points  me  to  the  saints'  abode, 
It  gives  me  wings,  and  bids  me  fly, 

2  Sweet  book !  in  thee  my  eyes  discern 

The  image  of  my  absent  Lord : 

From  thine  instructive  page  I  learn 

The  joys  his  presence  will  afford. 

3  But  while  I'm  here,  thou  shalt  supply 

His  place,  and  tell  me  of  his  love : " 
I'll  re-ad  with  faith's  discerning  eye, 
And  thus  partake  of  joys  above. 

I  Q  CM.  Steele 

1  y .  The  Bible  full  of  Christ. 

1  THOU  lovely  source  of  true  delight, 

Unseen  whom  I  adore, 
Unveil  thy  beauties  to  my  sight. 
That  I  may  love  thee  more. 

2  Thy  glory  o'er  creation  shines ; 

But  in  thy  sacred  word 
I  read,  in  fairer,  brighter  lines, 
My  bleeding,  dying  Lord. 

3  'Tis  here,  whene'er  my  comforts  droop, 

And  sins  and  sorrows  rise, 
Thy  love,  with  cheerful  beams  of  hope, 
My  fainting  heart  supplies. 

4  Jesus,  my  Lord,  my  life,  my  light, 

0,  come  with  blissful  ray ; 
Break,  radiant  through  the  shades  of  night, 
And  chase  my  fears  away. 
12 


BIBLE  IN   THE   CLOSET. 

,!  Then  shall  my  soul  with  rapture  trace 
The  wonders  of  thy  love ; 
Then  shall  I  see  thy  glorious  face 
In  endless  joy  above. 

orv  8's  &  7's.  Newtow. 

>iU«  Precious  Bible 

1  PRECIOUS  Bible!  what  a  treasure 

Does  the  word  of  God  afford ; 
All  I  want  for  life  or  pleasure, 

Food  and  medicine,  shield  and  sword. 
Let  the  world  account  me  poor, 
Having  this,  I  need  no  more. 

2  Food  to  which  the  world's  a  stranger, 

Here  my  hungry  soul  enjoys ; 
Of  excess  there  is  no  danger, 

Though  it  fills,  it  never  cloys ; 
On  a  dying  Christ  I  feed. 
He  is  meat  and  drink  indeed. 

3  Wlien  my  faith  is  faint  and  sickly, 

Or  when  Satan  wounds  my  mind ; 
(^>rdials  to  revive  me  quickly, 

Healing  medicines  here  I  find ; 
To  the  promises  I  fiee. 
Each  affords  a  remedy. 

4  In  the  hour  of  dark  temptation, 

Satan  cannot  make  me  yield ; 
For  the  word  of  consolation 

Is  to  me  a  mighty  shield ; 
"While  the  scripture-truths  are  sure, 
From  his  malice  I^m  secure. 

5  Vain  his  threats  to  overcome  me. 

When  I  take  the  Spirit's  sword ; 
13  2 


THE  CLOSET. 

Then  with  ease  I  drive  him  from  me, 

Satan  trembles  at  the  word : 
'Tis  a  sword  for  conquest  made, 
Keen  the  edge,  and  strong  the  blade. 

6  Shall  I  envy  then  the  miser, 

Doting  on  his  golden  store  ? 
Sure,  I  am,  or  should  be,  wiser ; 

I  am  rich^ — 'tis  he  is  poor ; 
Jesus  gives  me  in  his  word 
Food  and  medicine,  shield  and  sword 

IV.--MORNING. 

Q1  7's.  Sac.  Songs 

/O  1  •  Morning  Prayer. 

1  IN  this  calm  impressive  hour 

Let  my  prayer  ascend  on  high  ; 
God  of  mercy,  God  of  power. 

Hear  me,  when  to  thee  I  cry — • 
Hear  me  from  thy  lofty  throne, 
For  the  sake  of  Christ  thy  Son. 

2  With  this  morning's  early  ray, 

While  the  shades  of  night  depart, 
Let  thy  beams  of  light  convey 

Joy  and  gladness  to  my  heart : 
Now  o'er  all  my  steps  preside. 
And  for  all  my  wants  provide. 

8  0  what  joy  that  word  affords, 

"  Thou  shalt  reign  o'er  all  the  earth ;'' 
King  of  kings  and  Lord  of  lords, 
Send  thy  gospel-heralds  forth : 
Now  begin  thy  boundless  sway, 
Usher  in  the  glorious  day. 
14 


MORNING. 

QQ  C.   M.  Steele. 

u  u  t  Morning  Praise. 

i  LORD  of  my  life,  0  may  thy  praise 
Employ  my  noblest  powers, 
Whose  goodness  lengthens  out  my  days, 
And  fills  the  circling  hours. 

2  Preserved  by  thine  almighty  arm, 

I  passed  the  shades  of  night, 
Secure  and  safe  from  every  harm. 
And  see  returning  light. 

3  0  let  the  same  almighty  care 

My  waking  hours  attend  ;> 
From  every  danger,  every  snare, 
My  heedless  steps  defend. 
1  Smile  on  my  minutes  as  they  roll, 
And  guide  my  future  days ; 
And  let  thy  goodness  fill  my  soul 
With  gratitude  and  praise. 

2q  L.   M.  Watts. 

0«  Grateful  Acknowledgment. 

1  MY  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love ! 

Thy  gifts  are  every  evening  new ; 
And  morning  mercies  from  above 
Gently  distil  like  early  dew. 

2  Thou  spread'st  the  curtains  of  the  night, 

Great  Guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours ; 
Thy  sovereign  word  restores  the  light, 
And  quickens  all  my  drowsy  powers. 

3  I  yield  my  powers  to  thy  command ; 

To  thee  I  consecrate  my  days ; 
Perpetual  blessings  from  thy  hand 
Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise. 
15 


THE  CLOSET. 

0  4  C.   M.  Watts. 
u  JL  •         Divine  Forbearance  achnowledged. 

1  ONCE  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day 

Salutes  thy  waking  eyes  : 
Once  more,  my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay 
To  him  who  rules  the  skies. 

2  'Tis  he  supports  my  mortal  frame : 

My  tongue  shall  speak  his  praise ; 
My  sins  would  rouse  his  wrath  to  flame, 
And  yet  his  wrath  delays. 

3  Great  God,  let  all  my  hours  be  thine, 

While  I  enjoy  the  light ; 
Then  shall  my  sun  in  smiles  decli'ne. 
And  bring  a  peaceful  night. 

O^  S.     M.  DWIGHT 

jC  0  •  God  my  Preserver, 

1  SERENE  I  laid  me  down 

Beneath  his  guardian  care ; 
I  slept — and  I  awoke,  and  found 
My  kind  Preserver  near. 

2  Thus  does  thine  arm  support 

This  weak,  defenceless  frame  ; 
But  whence  these  favors.  Lord,  to  me, 
All  worthless  as  I  am  ? 

3  0,  how  shall  I  repay 

The  bounties  of  my  God  ? 

This  feeble  spirit  pants  beneath 

The  pleasing,  painful  load. 

4  My  life  I  would  anew 

Devote,  0  Lord,  to  thee  ; 
And  in  thy  service  I  would  spend 
A  long  eternity. 
16 


MORNING. 

QP  '    S.  TOPLADY 

u  D  •  Sun  of  Elghteousness. 

1  'CHRIST,  whose  glory  fills  the  skies, 
Christ,  the  true,  the  only  light, 
Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise, 

Triumph  o^er  the  shades  of  night ; 
Dayspring  from  on  high,  be  near; 
Daystar,  in  my  heart  appear. 

'  2  Dark  and  cheerless  is  the  morn, 

If  thy  light  is  hid  from  me ; 
Joyless  is  the  day^s  return, 

Till  thy  mercy's  beams  I  see ; 
Till  they  inward  light  impart, 
Warmth  and  gladness  to  my  heart. 
3  Visit,  then.  Lliis  soul  of  mine  ; 

Pierce  the  gloom  of  sin  and  grief; 
FilLme,  radiant  Sun  divine; 

Scatter  all  my  unbelief; 
More  and  more  thyself  display, 
Shining  to  the  perfect  day. 

QrY  7's&6's.      Mother's  Hymns. 

/6  i  •  Lord's  Day  Morning. 

1  THE  rosy  light  is  dawning 

Upon  the  mountain's  brow : 
It  is  the  Sabbath  morning : 

Arise,  and  pay  thy  vow  ; 
Lift  up  thy  voice  to  heaven 

In  sacred  praise  and  prayer, 
While  unto  thee  is  given 

The  light  of  life  to  share. 

2  The  landscape,  lately  shrouded 

By  evening's  paler  ray. 
Smiles  beauteous  and  unclouded 
Before  the  eye  of  day  : 
2  17  2* 


THE  CLOSET. 

So  let  my  soul  benighted 
Too  long  in  folly's  shade, 

By  thy  kind  smiles  be  lighted 
To  joys  that  never  fade. 

3   0  see  those  waters,  streaming 

In  crystal  purity ; 
While  earth,  with  verdure  teeming, 

Gives  rapture  to  the  eye : 
Let  rivers  of  salvation 

In  larger  currents  flow, 
Till  every  tribe  and  nation 

Their  healing  virtues  know. 


2Q  CM.  Edmeston. 

O  •  Lord's  Day  sweet  to  the  weary. 

1  Yt^HEN  the  worn  spirit  wants  repose, 

And  sighs  her  God  to  seek, 
How  sweet  to  hail  the  evening^s  close, 
That  ends  the  weary  week  ! 

2  How  sweet  to  hail  the  early  dawn, 

That  opens  on  the  sight. 
When  first  that  soul-reviving  morn 
Sheds  forth  new  rays  of  light ! 

3  Sweet  day !  thine  hours  too  soon  will  cease, 

Yet,  while  they  gently  roll. 
Breathe,  heavenly  Spirit,  source  of  peace, 
A  Sabbath  o'er  my  soul. 

4  When  will  my  pilgrimage  be  done, 

The  world's  long  week  be  o'er. 
That  Sabbath  dawn,  which  needs  no  sun^ 
That  day,  which  fades  no  more  ? 
18 


29. 


MORNING. 

S.  M.  "Watta 

Lord's  Day  Welcomed. 

1  WELCOME,  sweet  day  of  rest, 

That  saw  the  Lord  arise ; 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes  ! 

2  The  King  himself  comes  near, 

And  feasts  his  saints  to-day ; 
Here  we  may  sit,  and  see  him  here, 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3  One  day  amidst  the  place 

Where  my  dear  Lord  has  been. 
Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days 
Of  pleasure  and  of  sin. 

4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 

In  such  a  frame  as  this. 
And  sit  and  sing  herself  away 
To  everlasting  bliss. 

8r^  L.  M.  Watts 

U«  Lord's  Day  Service  pleasant. 

1  SWEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 
To  praise  thy  name,  give  thanks  and  sing  : 
To  show  thy  love  by  morning  light. 

And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest ; 

No  mortal  cares  shall  seize  my  breast ; 
0  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found. 
Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound ! 

3  My  heart  shall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  bless  his  works,  and  bless  his  word ; 
Thy  works  of  grace  how  bright  they  shine 
How  deep  thy  counsels !  how  divine ! 

19 


81. 


THE  CLOSET. 

v.— NOON. 

L.  M.  Montgomery. 

Mid-day  Retirement. 

1  FULL  speed  along  the  world's  highway. 

By  crowds  of  eager  travellers  trod, 
My  soul,  my  soul !  a  moment  stay, 
To  hold  conununion  here  with  God. 

2  Earth,  with  thy  vanities,  depart ! 

My  God,  I  stand  alone  with  thee  ; 
Thine  eye  is  looking  on  my  heart ; 
0  what  a  noon  is  risen  on  me ! 

eO  S.  M.  G.  B.  IDE. 

U  •  Mid-day  Prayer, 

1  PARCHED  by  the  noon-tide  heat, 

The  traveller  turns  aside. 
To  seek  some  cool  and  still  retreat, 
Where  shaded  waters  glide. 

2  Thus,  0  my  soul,  retire 

Awhile  from  earthly  care  ; 
Call  off  thy  thoughts  from  low  desire. 
And  breathe  a  mid-day  prayer. 

3  Weary  with  toil  and  strife. 

By  grief  and  sin  oppressed, 
Fly  to  the  throne  of  endless  life. 
And  in  its  shadow  rest. 

4  As  falls  the  summer  dew, 

On  drooping  plant  or  flower. 
Prayer  shall  thy  wasted  strength  renew. 
For  labor's  coming  hour. 
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EVENING. 
VI.— EVENING. 

3Q  C.  M.  Mrs.  Brown. 

0»  Evening  Devotion, 

1  I  LOVE  to  steal  awhile  away 

Ftom  every  cumbering  care ; 
And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day 
In  humble,  grateful  prayer. 

2  I  love  in  solitude  to  shed 

The  penitential  tear ; 
And  all  his  promises  to  plead, 
Where  none  but  God  can  hear, 

3  I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past, 

And  future  good  implore : 
And  all  my  cares  and  sorrows  cast, 
On  him  whom  I  adore. 

4  I  love  by  faith  to  take  a  view 

Of  brighter  scenes  in  heaven  ; 
The  prospect  doth  my  strength  renew, 
While  here  by  tempests  driven. 

5  Thus  when  lifers  toilsome  day  is  o'er, 

May  its  departing  ray, 
Be  calm  as  this  impressive  hour, 
And  lead  to  endless  day. 


34. 


7's  &  6's.  Sac.  Songs. 

Evening  Aspirations, 

THE  mellow  eve  is  gliding. 

Serenely  down  the  west ; 
So,  every  care  subsiding, 

My  soul  would  sink  to  rest. 
SI 


THE  CLOSET. 

2  The  woodland  hum  is  ringing 

The  daylight^ s  gentle  close ; 
May  angels  round  me  singing, 
Thus  hymn  my  last  repose. 

3  The  evening  star  has  lighted 

Her  crystal  lamp  on  high  ; 
So,  when  in  death  benighted, 
May  hope  illume  the  sky. 

4  In  golden  splendor  dawning, 

The  morrow's  light  shall  break  ; 
0,  on  the  last  bright  morning, 
May  I  in  glory  wake. 

\^  C.  P.  M.  C.Wesley. 

)  0  •  Self-Examination, 

AT  evening  to  myself  I  say, 
My  soul,  where  hast  thou  gleaned  to-day, 

Thy  labors  how  bestowed  ? 
What  hast  thou  rightly  said  or  done  ? 
What  grace  attained  or  knowledge  won. 
In  following  after  God  ? 


86. 


i  s.  Sac.  Songs 

Evening  Prayer. 

1  NOW  from  labor  and  from  care, 

Evening  shades  have  set  me  free : 
In  the  work  of  praise  and  prayer, 

Lord,  I  would  converse  with  thee : 
0,  behold  me  from  above, 
Fill  me  with  a  Saviour's  love. 

2  Sin  and  sorrow,  guilt  and  wo. 

Wither  all  my  earthly  joys  ; 
Nought  can  charm  me  here  below 
But  my  Saviour's  melting  voice  : 
22 


EVENING. 

Lord,  forgive ;  thy  grace  restore ; 
Make  nie  thine  for  evermore. 

3  For  the  blessings  of  this  day, 
For  the  mercies  of  this  hour, 

For  the  GospeFs  cheering  ray, 

For  the  Spirit^s  quick'ning  power ; 

Grateful  notes  to  thee  I  raise, 

0,  accept  my  song  of  praise. 

8ry      ,  L.  M.  Watts. 

I  •  Evening  Meditation. 

1  THUS  far  the  Lord  hath  led  me  on, 

Thus  far  his  power  prolongs  my  days, 
And  every  evening  shall  make  known 
Some  fresh  memorial  of  his  grace. 

2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste, 

And  I  perhaps  am  near  my  home ; 
But  he  forgives  my  follies  past. 

He  gives  me  strength  for  days  to  come. 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep ; 

Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head  ; 
While  w-ell-appointed  angels  keep 

Their  watchful  stations  round  my  bed. 

4  Thus  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come, 

My  flesh  shall  rest  beneath  the  ground, 
And  wait  thy  voice  to  rend  my  tomb, 
.    With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound. 

3q  C.  M.  Watts. 

0«  Evening  Thanhs. 

1  DREAD  Sovereign,  let  my  evening  song 
Like  holy  incense  rise  ; 
Assist  the  oiFering  of  my  tongue, 
To  reach  the  loftv  skies. 
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THE  CLOSET. 

2  Through  all  the  dangers  of  the  day, 

Thy  hand  was  still  my  guard ; 
And  still  to  drive  my  wants  away, 
Thy  mercy  stood  prepared. 

3  Perpetual  blessings  from  above, 

Encompass  me  around ; 
But,  0,  how  few  returns  of  love, 
Hath  my  Redeemer  found  ! 

4  What  have  I  done  for  hira  who  died. 

To  save  my  guilty  soul  ? 

Alas !  my  sins  are  multiplied, 

Fast  as  my  minutes  roll. 

5  Yet,  with  this  guilty  heart  of  mine. 

Lord,  to  thy  cross  I  flee, 
And  to  thy  grace  my  soul  resign. 
To  be  renewed  by  thee 

3Q  *  7  S.  Anon 

U*  Evening  Supplication, 

1  'TIS  the  hour  when  silent  thought, 
Cometh  with  my  follies  fraught ; 
And  my  soul  within  me  dies, 

Yet  to  heaven  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
Sighing,  as  I  bow  to  thee— 
Jesus !  Saviour,  pity  me ! 

2  Pity  Lord  !  by  all  the  wo. 
Thou,  thyself,  didst  bear  below ; 
Pity,  Lord,  the  child  of  dust — 
Free,  from  each  deceiving  lust, 
Him,  who,  sorrowing,  cries  to  thee— 
Jesus  !  Saviour,  pity  me  ! 

3  From  thy  flock,  a  straying  lamb. 
Tender  Shepherd,  though  I  am ; 

24 


EVENING. 

Now  upon  the  mountain  cold, 
Lost,  I  long  to  gain  the  fold, 
And  within  thine  arms  to  be  ; — 
Jesus  !  Saviour,  pity  me ! 

4  0,  where  stillest  streams  are  poured. 
In  green  pastures,  lead  me.  Lord ! 
Bring  me  back,  where  angels  sound 
Joy  to  the  poor  wanderer  found — 
Evermore  my  Shepherd  be, — 
Jesus  !  Saviour,  pity  me  ! 

Ar\  I^-   M.  Kenn 

jtxjt  Evening  Confession. 

1  GLORY  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light ; 
Keep  me,  0  keep  me.  King  of  kings, 
Beneath  the  shadow  of  thy  wings. 

2  Forgive  me,  Lord,  for  thy  dear  Son, 
The  ill  that  I  this  day  have  done ; 
That  with  the  world,  myself  and  thee, 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

3  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed : 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I  may 
Rise,  glorious,  at  the  awful  day. 


41 


^  S.  TOPLADT. 

Evening  CoJiJldence, 

FROM  evil  secure  and  its  dread 
I  rest,  if  my  Saviour  be  nigh ; 

The  wing  of  his  love  o'er  me  spread, 
Shall  needful  protection  supply. 

25  3 


THE   CLOSET. 

He  smiles,  and  my  comforts  abound, 
His  grace,  as  the  dew,  shall  descend, 

And  walls  of  salvation  surround 
The  soul  he  delights  to  defend. 

2  Kind  author  and  ground  of  mj  hope, 

Thee,  thee  for  my  God  I  avow, 
My  glad  Ebenezer  set  up, 

And  own  thou  hast  helped  me  till  now ; 
I  muse  on  the  years  that  are  past, 

Wherein  my  defence  thou  has  proved ; 
Nor  wilt  thou  relinquish  at  last, 

A  sinner  so  tenderly  loved. 

3  Inspirer  and  hearer  of  prayer, 

Thou  keeper  and  guardian  of  thine, 
My  all  to  thy  covenant  care 

I,  sleeping  and  waking,  resign. 
If  thou  art  my  shield  and  my  sun, 

The  night  is  no  darkness  to  me, 
And  fast  as  my  moments  roll  on. 

They  bring  me  but  nearer  to  thee. 

A^  L.   M.  Edmeston 

jl/6«  Lord's  Day  Evening. 

1  SWEET  is  the  light  of  Sabbath-eve, 

And  soft  the  sunbeam  lingering  there ; 
These  sacred  hours  the  low  earth  leave. 
Wafted  on  wings  of  praise  and  prayer. 

2  The  time,  how  lovely  and  how  still ! 

Peace  shines  and  smiles  on  all  below ; 

The  plain,  the  stream,  the  wood,  the  hill. 

All  fair  with  evening's  setting  glow ! 

3  Season  of  rest !  the  tranquil  soul 

Feels  thy  sweet  calm,  and  melts  in  love; 
And  while  these  sacred  moments  roll, 
Faith  sees  a  smiling  heaven  above. 
26 


EVENING. 

4Q  L.   M.  Watts. 

0«  Pleasing  Remembrance  of  the  Sabbath* 

1  LORD,  how  delightful  'tis  to  see 
A  whole  assembly  worship  thee  I 

At  once  they  sing,  at  once  they  pray, 
They  hear  of  heaven,  and  learn  the  way. 

2  1  have  been  there,  and  still  would  go, 
'Tls  like  the  dawn  of  heaven  below ; 
Not  all  that  careless  sinners  say, 
Shall  tempt  me  to  forget  this  day. 

3  0,  write  upon  my  memory,  Lord, 
The  truths  and  precepts  of  thy  word ! 
That  I  may  break  thy  laws  no  more. 
But  love  thee  better  than  before. 

4  With  thoughts  of  Christ,  and  things  divine, 
Fill  up  this  foolish  heart  of  mine  ; 

That,  finding  pardon  through  his  blood, 
I  may  lie  down,  and  wake  with  God. 


44 


C.   M.  Cennick. 

Longing  for  the  Heavenly  Sabbath. 
WHEN,  0  dear  Jesus,  when  shall  I 

Behold  thee  all  serene  ; 
Blest  in  perpetual  Sabbath-day 

Without  a  veil  between  ? 
Assist  me  while  I  wander  here 

Amidst  a  world  of  cares  ; 
Incline  my  heart  to  pray  with  love. 

And  then  accept  my  prayers. 

Thy  Spirit,  0  my  Father,  give. 

To  be  my  guide  and  friend. 
To  light  my  path  to  ceaseless  joys, 

To  Sabbaths  without  end. 
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45. 


THE  FAMILY. 

THE  FAMILY. 

L—THE  FAMILY  INSTITUTED. 

7's  &  6's.  Hebeil 

Marriage  Hymn, 

WHEN  on  her  Maker's  bosom 

The  new-born  earth  was  laid, 
And  nature's  opening  blossom 

Its  fairest  bloom  displayed ; 
When  all  with  fruit  and  flowers 

The  laughing  soil  was  drest, 
And  Eden's  fragrant  bowers 

Received  their  human  guest : — 

No  sin  his  face  defiling 

The  heir  of  nature  stood, 
And  God,  benignly  smiling, 

Beheld  that  all  was  good ! — 
Yet  in  that  hour  of  blessing, 

A  single  want  was  known ; 
A  want  the  heart  distressing ; — 

For  Adam  was  alone ! 


3  0  God  of  pure  affection  ! 

By  men  and  saints  adored, 
Who  gavest  thy  protection 
To  C  ana's  nuptial  board, 
May  such  thy  bounties  ever 
To  wedded  love  be  shown. 
And  no  rude  hand  dissever 

Whom  thou  hast  linked  in  one: 
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46. 


DOMESTIC   HAPPINESS. 

7'S.  COLLYKS, 

Marriage. 

^    1  FATHER  of  the  human  race, 

Sanction  with  thy  heavenly  grace, 
What  on  earth  hath  now  been  done, 
That  these  twain  be  truly  one. 

2  One  in  sickness  and  in  health, 
One  in  poverty  and  wealth  ; 
And,  as  year  rolls  after  year, 
Each  to  other  still  more  dear. 

3  One  in  purpose,  one  in  heart. 
Till  the  mortal  stroke  shall  part ; 
One  in  cheerful  piety. 

One  for  ever.  Lord,  with  thee. 

n.— DOMESTIC  HAPPINESS. 

ATf  7's  &  6^S.     Campbell's  Col, 

i  I  »  Home  Happy, 

1  SWEETEST  bonds  of  friendship,  here. 

Bind  our  hearts  together ; 
Where  our  fire-side  comforts  cheer, 

In  the  wildest  weather  : 
0,  they  wander  wide,  who  roam, 
For  the  joys  of  life,  from  home  I 

2  Bonds  of  everlasting  love 

Draw  our  souls  in  union. 
To  our  Father's  house  above, 

To  the  saints'  communion  . 
Thither  may  our  hopes  ascend ; 
There  may  all  our  labors  end  1 

29  3* 


THE  FAMILY. 

AO  S.   M.  Watts. 

JlO  .  The  Blessed  Hmse, 

1  BLEST  is  the  pious  house, 

Where  zeal  and  friendship  meet ; 
Their  songs  of  praise,  their  mingled  vows. 
Make  their  communion  sweet. 

2  From  those  celestial  springs 

Such  streams  of  pleasure  flow, 
As  no  increase  of  riches  brings, 
Nor  honors  can  bestow. 

3  Thus  on  the  heavenly  hills 

The  saints  are  blest  above ; 
Where  joy,  like  morning  dew,  distils, 
And  all  the  air  is  love. 


49. 


S.  P.   M.  Watts. 

The  Lovely  Spectacle, 

1  HOW  pleasant  'tis  to  see 
Kindred  and  friends  agree, 

Each  in  his  proper  station  move ; 

And  each  fulfil  his  part, 

With  sympathizing  heart, 
In  all  the  cares  of  life  and  love  I 

2  Like  fruitful  showers  of  rain. 
That  water  all  the  plain, 

Descending  from  the  neighborin'g  hills  ; 
Such  streams  of  pleasure  roll 
Through  every  friendly  soul, 

Where  love,  like  heavenly  dew,  distils. 

8's  &  7's.  c.  Wesley. 

The  Family  Benediction, 
1  PEACE  be  to  this  habitation; 
Peace  to  all  that  dwell  therein; 
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50. 


FAMILY  WORSHIP. 

Peaoe,  the  earnest  of  salvation  ; 

Peace,  the  fruit  of  pardoned  sin 
Peace,  that  speaks  the  heavenly  Giver, 

Peace  to  worldly  minds  unknown; 
Peace  divine,  that  lasts  for  ever, 

Peace,  that  comes  from  God  alone. 

2  Jesus,  Prince  of  peace,  be  near  us, 

Fix  in  all  our  hearts  thy  home ; 
With  thy  gracious  presence  cheer  us ; 

Let  thy  sacred  kingdom  come ; 
Raise  to  heaven  our  expectation, 

Give  our  favored  souls  to  prove 
Glorious  and  complete  salvation, 

In  the  realms  of  bliss  above. 


51. 


III.— FAMILY  WORSHIP. 

o.  M.  Montgomery. 

The  Resolve. 

1  IN  all  my  ways,  0  God, 

I  would  acknowledge  thee, 
And  seek  to  keep  my  heart  and  house 
From  all  pollution  free. 

2  Wherever  I  have  a  tent, 

A-n  altar  will  I  raise ; 
And  thither  my  oblations  bring. 
Of  humble  prayer  and  praise 

3  Could  I  my  wish  obtain, 

My  household,  Lord,  should  be 
Devoted  to  thyself  alone, 
A  nursery  for  thee. 
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THE  FAMILY. 

K^-v  C.  M.  Brown. 

0  u  •  Divine  Aid  implored, 

1  ASSEMBLED  round  thine  altar,  Lord, 

To  lift  our  hearts  in  prayer, 

To  read  the  pages  of  thy  word. 

And  learn  our  duty  there ; 

2  We  ask  thy  spirit's  guiding  ray, 

Thy  presence  we  implore ; 
Dear  Saviour,  teach  us  how  to  pray. 
And  how  to  love  thee  more. 

3  So  shall  our  worship  here  below. 

Resemble  that  above, 
Where  saints  thy  endless  glory  view, 
And  sing  redeeming  love. 

KQ  12's&ll's.  Anon. 

0  O  •  The  Family  Bible. 

1  HOW  painfully  pleasing  the  fond  recollection 

Of  youthful  emotions  and  innocent  joy, 
When  blest  with  parental  advice  and  affection, 

Surrounded  with  mercies,  with  peace  from  on  high  I 
I  still  view  the  chairs  of  my  sire  and  my  mother, 

The  seats  of  their  offspring  as  ranged  on  each  hand, 
And  that  richest  book  which  excels  every  other, 
The  family  Bible,  which  lay  on  the  stand. 
The  old-fashioned  Bible,  the  dear  blessed  Bible, 
The  family  Bible,  that  lay  on  the  stand. 

2  That  Bible,  the  volume  of  God's  inspiration. 

At  morn  and  at  evening  could  yield  us  delight ; 
The  prayer  of  our  sire  was  a  sweet  invocation 

For  mercy  by  day  and  for  safety  through  night. 
Our  hymns  of  thanksgiving  with  harmony  swelling, 

All  warm  from  the  heart  of  a  family  band. 
Half  raised  us  from  earth  to  that  rapturous  dwelling. 
Described  in  the  Bible  that  lay  on  the  stand. 
The  old-fashioned  Bible,  &c. 
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FAMILY   WORSHIP. 

3  Ye  scenes  of  tranquillity,  long  have  we  parted, 
My  hopes  almost  gone,  and  my  parents  no  more; 
In  sorrow  and  sadness  I  live  broken-hearted. 

And  wander  unknown  on  a  far  distant  shore. 
Yet  how  can  I  doubt  my  dear  Saviour's  protection. 

Forgetful  of  gifts  from  his  bountiful  hand  ? 
0,  let  me,  with  patience,  receive  his  correction. 
And  think  of  the  Bible  that  lay  on  the  stand. 
The  old-fashjoned  Bible,  &c. 

K  4  ^'  M.  Watts 

0  X«     Importance  of  the  Bible  to  the  Young, 

1  HOW  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts, 

And  guard  their  lives  from  sin? 
Thy  word  the  choicest  rules  imparts, 
To  keep  the  conscience  clean. 

2  'Tis,  like  the  sun,  a  heavenly  light, 

That  guides  us  all  the  day, 
And,  through  the  dangers  of  the  night, 
A  lamp  to  lead  our  vray. 

3  Thy  precepts  make  us  truly  vrise  ; 

We  hate  the  sinner^s  road ; 
We  hate  our  own  vain  thoughts  that  rise. 
But  love  thy  law,  0  God. 

4  Thy  word  is  everlasting  truth  ; 

How  pure  is  every  page  ! 
That  holy  book  shall  guide  our  youth. 
And  well  support  our  age. 

K  ^  C.    M.  DoDDRIDGEt 

00*  Morning  Worship. 

1  THRICE  happy  souls,  who,  born  of  heaven, 

While  yet  tney  sojourn  here, 
Humbly  begin  their  days  with  God, 

And  spend  them  in  his  fear. 

3  33 


THE   FAMILY. 

2  So  may  our  eyes,  with  holy  zeal, 

'Prevent  the  dawning  day ; 
And  turn  the  sacred  pages  o'er, 
And  praise  thy  name,  and  pray. 

3  'Midst  hourly  cares  may  love  present 

Its  incense  to  thy  throne ; 
And,  while  the  world  our  hands  employs, 
Our  hearts  be  thine  alone. 


56. 


7's.  Epis.  Col. 

A  Morning  Prayer, 

1  NOW  the  shades  of  night  are  gone ; 
Now  is  passed  the  early  dawn  ; 
Lord,  we  would  be  thine  to-day ; 
Drive  the  shades  of  sin  away. 

2  Make  our  souls  as  noonday  clear ; 
Banish  every  doubt  and  fear  ; 
In  thy  vineyard,  Lord,  to-day, 
We  would  labor,  we  would  pray. 

3  When  our  work  of  life  is  past, 
0,  receive  us  all  at  last ; 
Labor  then  will  all  be  o'er. 
Sin's  dark  night  will  be  no  more. 

G.  M.  Village  Hymns. 

Preserving  Mercy. 

1  WHEN  we,  with  welcome  slumber  pressed, 
Had  closed  our  weary  eyes, 
A  power  unseen  secured  (.  ^r  rest. 
And  made  us  joyful  risi 
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57. 


FAMILY   WORSHIP. 

2  Numbers  this  night  have  doubtless  met 

Their  long  eternal  doom  ; 
And  lost  the  joys  of  morning  light, 
In  death's  tremendous  gloom. 

3  But  life  to  us  its  light  prolongs. 

Let  warmest  thanks  arise  ; 
Great  God,  accept  our  morning  songs, 
Our  willing  sacrifice. 

••Q  CM.  Addison 

00*  Daily  Mercies, 

1  A  THOUSAND  precious  gifts,  0  Lora, 

Our  daily  thanks  employ  ; 
Nor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart, 
That  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 

2  Through  every  period  of  our  life. 

Thy  goodness  we'll  pursue, 
And  after  death,  in  distant  worlds, 
The  glorious  theme  renew. 

3  Through  all  eternity,  to  thee, 

A  joyful  song  we'll  raise; 
But  0,  eternity's  too  short 
To  utter  all  thy  praise. 

K  A  CM.  Watts. 

Ov%  Lord^s  Day  Morning, 

1  THIS  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made. 

He  calls  the  hours  his  own  ; 
Let  heaven  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad. 
And  praise  surround  the  throne. 

2  To-day  he  rose  and  left  the  dead, 

And  Satan's  empire  fell ; 
To-day  the  saints  his  triumphs  spread. 
And  all  his  wonders  tell. 
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THE   FAMILY. 

3  Blest  be  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  men 

With  messages  of  grace ; 
Who  comes  in  God,  his  Father's  name, 
To  save  our  sinful  race. 

4  Hosanna  in  the  highest  strains 

The  church  on  earth  can  raise ; 
The  highest  heavens  in  which  he  reigns, 
Shall  give  him  nobler  praise. 

ori  ^'  ^'  Steknett 

UU.  Holy  Rest. 

1  ANOTHER  six  days'  work  is  done, 
Another  Sabbath  is  begun ; 
Return,  my  soul,  enjoy  thy  rest, 
Improve  the  day  thy  God  hath  jblest. 

2  0  that  our  thoughts  and  thanks  may  rise 
As  grateful  incense  to  the  skies ; 

And  draw  from  heaven  that  sweet  repose 
Which,  none  but  he  that  feels  it  knows. 

3  This  heavenly  calm  within  the  breast, 
Is  the  dear  pledge  of  glorious  rest, 
Which  for  the  church  of  God  remains, 
The  end  of  cares,  the  end  of  pains. 

4  In  holy  duties,  let  the  day, 
In  holy  pleasures  pass  away ; 

How  sweet  a  Sabbath  thus  to  spend, 
In  hope  of  one  that  ne'er  shall  end  ! 

n't  fe*  ^'   Spirit  of  the  Psalms 

v/  1  •  Lord's  Bay  Worship. 

1  SWEET  is  the  work,  0  Lord, 
Thy  glorious  name  to  sing  ; 
To  praise  and  pray,  to  hear  thy  word, 
And  grateful  offerings  bring. 


63. 


FAMILY      WORSHIP. 

2  Sweet,  on  this  day  of  rest, 

To  join,  in  heart  and  voice, 
With  those  who  love  and  serve  thee  best, 
And  in  thy  name  rejoice. 

3  To  songs  of  praise  and  joy, 

Be  every  Sabbath  given, 
That  such  may  be  our  blest  employ, 
Eternally  in  heaven. 

\  C    M.  MaS02?. 

J»  Evening  Worship. 

1  NOW,  from  the  altar  of  our  hearts, 

Let  grateful  incense  rise ; 
Assist  us,  Lord,  to  offer  up 
Our  evening  sacrifice. 

2  Minutes  and  mercies  multiplied, 

Have  made  up  all  this  day ; 
Minutes  came  quick,  but  mercies  were 
More  swift  and  free  than  they. 

3  New  time,  new  favor,  and  new  joys, 

Do  a  new  song  require ; 
Till  we  shall  praise  thee  as  we  would, 
Accept  our  hearths  desire. 

4  Lord  of  our  time !  whose  hand  hath  set 

New  time  upon  the  score, 
Thee  may  we  praise  for  all  our  time, 
When  time  shall  be  no  more. 

S.  M.  Ano» 

Evening  Hymn, 
1  THE  day  is  past  and  gone, 
The  evening  shades  appear ; 
0,  may  we  all  remember  well 
The  night  of  death  draws  near. 
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THE   FAMILY. 

2  We  lay  our  garments  by, 
tFpon  our  beds  to  rest ; 

So  death  will  soon  disrobe  us  all 
Of  what  we  here  possess. 

3  Lord,  keep  us  safe  this  night, 
Secure  from  all  our  fears  ; 

May  angels  guard  us  while  we  sleep 
Till  morning  light  appears. 

4  And  if  we  early  rise, 
And  view  the  unwearied  sun, 

May  we  set  out  to  win  the  prize, 
And  after  glory  run. 

5  And  when  our  days  are  past, 
And  we  from  time  remove, 

0,  may  we  in  thy  bosom  rest — ■ 
The  bosom  of  thy  love !  ~ 

L.  M.  Anon. 

Evening  Reflections, 

1  THE  short-lived  day  declines  in  haste. 
The  night  of  death  approaches  fast. 
With  rapid  speed  the  moments  run, 
In  which  the  work  of  life  is  done. 

2  As  flies  the  shuttle  o^er  the  loom. 
So  mortals  hasten  to  the  tomb ; 
As  ships  that  skim  along  the  sea, 
Or  eagles  darting  on  their  prey. 

3  As  vanishes  the  fleeting  shade, 
As  flowers  before  the  evening  fade, 
Such  is  the  life  of  feeble  man ; 
His  days  are  measured  by  a  span, 

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FAMILY      WORSHIP. 

4  Be  this  my  one,  my  great  concern, 
The  way  of  life  and  peace  to  learn  ; 
To  know  my  dear  Redeemer's  love, 
And  his  renewing  grace  to  prove. 

Apr  8's  &  7^s.  Edmestou 

\J0»  Watchful  Providence. 

1  SAVIOUR,  breathe  an  evening  blessing. 

Ere  repose  our  spirits  seal ; 
Sin  and  want  we  come  confessing, — 

Thou  canst  save  and  thou  canst  heaL 
Though  destruction  walk  around  us, 

Though  the  arrow  past  us  fly, 
Angel-guards  from  thee  surround  us ; 

We  are  safe,  if  thou  art  nigh. 

2  Though  the  night  be  dark  and  dreary, 

Darkness  cannot  hide  from  thee ; 
Thou  art  he  who,  never  weary, 

AYatchest  where  thy  people  be  ; 
Should  swift  death  this  night  o'ertake  us, 

And  our  couch  become  our  tomb  ; 
May  the  morn  in  heaven  awake  us. 

Clad  in  light  and  deathless  bloom. 

^^  S's.    [Peculiar.]  HoGG 

DO*  The  Universal  Guardian. 

1  BLESSED  be  thy  name  for  ever,  . 

Thou  of  life  the  guard  and  giver ; 

Thou  canst  guard  thy  creatures  sleeping ; 

Heal  the  heart  long  broke  with  weej)ing. 

God  of  stillness  and  of  motion. 

Of  the  desert  and  the  ocean. 

Of  the  mountain,  rock,  and  river, 

Blessed  be  thy  name  for  ever. 


THE  FAMILY. 

2  Thou  who  sluraberest  not  nor  sleepest, 
Blest  are  they  thou  kindly  keepest ; 
God  of  evening^s  parting  ray, 
Of  midnight's  gloom,  and  dawning  day, 
That  rises  from  the  azure  sea, 
Like  breathings  of  eternity ; 
God  of  life !  that  fade  shall  never. 
Blessed  be  thy  name  for  ever  1 

Ary  S's  &  7's.  Kellt. 

U  I  •  Divine  Protection, 

1  ANOTHER  day  thy  love  has  spared  us. 

Wearied  we  lie  down  to  rest ; 
Through  the  silent  watches  guard  us, 

Let  no  foe  our  peace  molest ; 
Jesus,  thou  our  guardian  be, 
Sweet  it  is  to  trust  in  thee. 

2  Pilgrims  here  on  earth,  and  strangers, 

Dwelling  in  the  midst  of  foes. 
Us  and  ours. preserve  from  dangers. 

In  thine  arms  may  we  repose ; 
And  when  life's  sad  day  is  past, 
Best  with  thee  in  heaven  at  last. 

f^Q  CM.  Jane  Taylor. 

DO«  Evening  Hymn  for  Children, 

1  NOW  condescend,  Almighty  King, 

To  bless  this  little  throng, 
And  kindly  listen,  while  we  sing. 
Our  pleasant  evening  song. 

2  We  come  to  own  thy  power  divine, 

That  watches  o'er  our  days ; 

For  this  our  grateful  voices  join 

In  hymns  of  cheerful  praise. 

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FAMILY      WORSHIP. 

^  Before  thy  sacred  footstool  see, 
We  bend  in  humble  prayer ; 
A  happy,  loving  family, 
To  ask  thy  tender  care. 

4  May  we  in  safety  sleep  to-night, 

From  every  danger  free ; 
Because  the  darkness  and  the  light 
Are  both  alike  to  thee. 

5  And  when  the  rising  sun  displays 

His  cheerful  beams  abroad. 
Then  shall  our  morning  hymn  of  praise 
Declare  thy  goodness,  Lord. 

6  Brothers  and  sisters,  hand  in  hand, 

Our  lips  together  move  ; 
Then  smile  upon  this  kindred  band. 
And  join  our  hearts  in  love. 


69. 


S.   M.  Mrs.  Conder. 

Saturday  Evening, 


1  THE  hours  of  evening  close ; 

Its  lengthened  shadows,  drawn 
O'er  scenes  of  earth,  invite  repose, 
And  wait  the  Sabbath  dawn. 

2  So  let  its  calm  prevail 

O'er  forms  of  outward  care. 
Nor  thought  of  earthly  things  assail 
The  still  retreat  of  prayer. 

3  Our  guardian  Shepherd  near, 

His  watchful  eye  will  keep. 

And,  safe  from  violence  or  fear, 

Will  fold  his  flock  to  sleep. 

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4  So  may  a  holier  light 

Than  earth's  our  spirits  rouse, 
And  call  us,  strengthened  by  his  might, 
To  pay  the  Lord  our  vows. 

C.   M.  Eng.  Bap.  Col. 

Lord's  Bay  Evening. 

1  THIS  sacred  day,  great  God,  we  close 

With  gratitude  and  love, 
And  bless  thee  for  the  joyful  news, 
Which  hails  us  from  above. 

2  May  we  retain  the  glorious  truths 

Kecorded  in  thy  word, 
And,  with  obedient  lives,  adorn 
The  doctrines  of  the  Lord. 

3  Ere  long  we  hope  to  meet  and  join 

The  ransomed  throng  in  bliss  : 
With  joy  thy  earthly  courts  we'll  leave, 
To  dwell  where  Jesus  is. 


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C   M.  Browjje. 

•  Lord's  Day  Evening  Prayer. 

FREQUENT  the  day  of  God  returns, 

To  shed  its  quickening  beams  ; 
And  yet  how  slow  devotion  burns ; 

How  languid  are  its  flames  ! 

Accept  our  faint  attempts  to  love, 

Our  frailties,  Lord,  forgive  ; 
We  would  be  like  thy  saints  above, 

And  praise  thee  while  we  live. 
Increase,  0  Lord,  our  faith  and  hope. 

And  fit  us  to  ascend, 
Where  the  assembly  ne'er  breaks  up, 

The  Sabbath  ne'er  shall  end ; — 
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4  "Where  we  shall  breathe  in  heavenly  air, 
With  heavenly  lustre  shine ; 
Before  the  throne  of  God  appear, 
And  feast  on  love  divine. 


72. 


6's.  Union  Hymns. 

Solemn  Review, 

1  THE  light  of  Sabbath  eve 

Is  fading  fast  away ; 
What  record  will  it  leave, 

To  crown  the  closing  day  ? 
Is  it  a  Sabbath  spent, 

Of  fruitless  time  destroyed ; 
Or  have  these  moments  lent, 

Been  sacredly  employed  ? 

2  How  dreadful  and  how  drear. 

In  yon  dark  world  of  pain, 
•  Will  Sabbaths  lost  appear. 

That  cannot  come  again  1 
Then,  in  that  hopeless  place, 

The  wretched  soul  will  say, 
"I  had  those  hours  of  grace^ 

But  cast  them  all  away.'' 

3  To  waste  these  Sabbath  hours, 

0,  may  we  never  dare ; 
'Nor  taint  with  thoughts  of  ours, 

These  sacred  days  of  prayer : 
But  may  our  Sabbaths  here 

Inspire  our  hearts  with  love ; 
And  prove  a  foretaste  clear 
Of  that  sweet  rest  above. 
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THE   FAMILY. 

r^Q  I^-   M.  Doddridge. 

I  O9  The  Heavenly  Sabbath. 

1  THINE  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  we  love  ; 
But  there's  a  nobler  rest  above  ; 

To  that  our  longing  souls  aspire, 
With  cheerful  hope,  and  strong  desire. 

2  No  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress, 

Nor  sin  nor  death  shall  reach  the  place ; 
No  groans  shall  mingle  with  the  songs, 
Which  dwell  upon  immortal  tongues. 

3  No  rude  alarms  of  angry  foes  ; 
No  cares  to  break  the  long  repose ; 
No  midnight  shade,  no  clouded  sun, 
But  sacred,  high,  eternal  noon. 

4  0  long  expected  day,  begin  ; 

Dawn  on  these  realms  of  pain  and  sin ; 
With  joy  we'll  tread  the  appointed  road, 
And  sleep  in  death  to  rest  with  God. 

IV.— THE  PARENTAL  RELATION. 

C.   M.    Boston  Spectator. 
A  Child  from  the  Lord. 

1  BLESSINGS  attend  thee,  little  one, 
Sweet  pledge  of  mutual  love  I 

On  this  new  coast  a  stranger  thrown, 
Directed  from  above. 

2  0  may  the  hand  that  hither  led, 
For  ever  be  thy  guide  ; 

And  may  no  sorrows  round  thee  spread, 
Nor  dangers  press  thy  side. 

3  Live  to  reward  thy  parents'  heart. 
For  every  kindness  given  ; 

And  when  earth's  fleeting  scenes  depart, 
Rejoice  with  them  in  heaven ! 
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75. 


THE  PARENTAL  RELATION. 

8's  &  7's.       Mat.  H.  Book. 
The  Child's  Welcome. 


1  COME  and  welcome,  lovely  stranger 

Welcome  to  a  world  of  care  ; 
Where  attends  thee  many  a  danger, 
Yv'here  awaits  thee  many  a  snare. 

2  0,  may  heaven  in  love  defend  thee 

'Mid  life's  dangers  and  alarms; 

And  may  blessings  still  attend  thee, 

Sheltered  in  a  Saviour's  arms. 


76. 


7's.  ]\iAT.  H.  Book. 

Parental  Instruction, 

1  LORD,  assist  us  by  thy  grace, 
To  instruct  our  infant  race  ; 
Grant  us  wisdom  from  above, 
Fill  us  with  a  Saviour's  love. 

2  May  we  teach  them  day  by  day. 
In  the  house,  and  by  the  way  ;     • 
When  they  rise,  or  go  to  rest, 

Till  thy  truth  shall  make  them  blest. 

3  While  in  childhood's  tender  age. 
They  unfold  the  sacred  page, 
May  they  see  in  every  line, 
Kindling  rays  of  light  divine. 

4  Precious  Saviour,  hear  our  prayer, 
We  commit  them  to  thy  care ; 

Be  their  shepherd  and  their  guide, 
Bring  them  io  thy  bleeding  side. 
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77, 


THE   FAMILY. 

I 

C.  p.  M.  c.  Wesley. 

Parental  Example. 
1  I  AND  my  house  will  serve  the  Lord ; 
But  first  obedient  to  his  word, 

I  must  myself  appear ; 
By  actions,  words,  and  temper  show 
That  I  my  heavenly  Master  know, 
And  serve  with  heart  sincere. 

2  I  must  the  fair  example  set ; 

From  those  that  on  my  presence  wait, 

The  stumbling-block  remove ; 
Their  duty  by  my  life  explain, 
And  still  in  all  my  works  maintain 
The  dignity  of  love. 

3  Easy  to  be  entreated,  mild, 
Quickly  app&ased  and  reconciled, 

A  follower  of  my  God  ; 
A  saint  indeed  I  long  to  be, 
And  lead  my  faithful  family 

In  the  celestial  road. 

4  Lord,  if  thou  didst  the  wish  infuse, 
A  vessel  fitted  for  thy  use. 

Into  thy  hands  receive  ; 
Work  in  me  both  to  will  and  do, 
And  show  them  how  believers  true, 

And  real  Christians  live. 

7Q  C.  M.  Exb.  Bap.  Col. 

0»  Prayer  for  a  Child, 

1  FAIN,  0  my  child,  I^d  have  thee  know, 
The  God  whom  angels  love ; 
And  teach  tliee  feeble  strains  below, 
Akin  to  theirs  above. 
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THE  PARENTAL   RELATION. 

2  0  when  thy  lisping  tongue  shall  read 
Of  truths  divinely  sweefc, 
May'st  thou,  a  little  child  indeed, 
Sit  down  at  Jesus'  feet. 

6  I'll  move  thine  ear — I'll  point  thine  eye  ; 
But  ah  !■  the  inward  part — 
Great  God,  the  Spirit !  hear  the  sigh 
That  trembles  through  my  heart. 

4  Break,  with  thy  vital  beam  benign, 
O'er  all  the  mental  vnld  ! 
Bright  o'er  the  human  chaos  shine, 
And  sanctify  my  child. 

f*y  Q  Vs.  Campbell's  Col. 

t  \jt    Prayer  for  the  conversion  of  Children. 

1  GOD  of  mercy,  hear  our  prayer 

For  the  children  thou  hast  given ; 
Let  them  all  thy  blessing  share, 
Grace  on  earth  and  bliss  in  heaven  I 

2  In  the  morning  of  their  days, 

May  their  hearts  be  drawn  to  thee ; 
Let  them  learn  to  lisp  thy  praise. 
In  their  earliest  infancy. 

3  Cleanse  their  souls  from  every  stain, 

Through  the  Saviour's  precious  blood ; 
Let  them  all  be  born  again, 
And  be  reconciled  to  God. 

4  For  this  mercy.  Lord,  we  cry ; 

Bend  thine  ever  gracious  ear  ; 
While  on  thee  our  souls  rely, 
Hear  our  prayer,  in  mercy  hear  I 

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80. 


THE   FAMILY. 

C  M.         Campbell's  Col. 
The  Parent's  Plea, 


1  THOU,  who  a  tender  parent  art, 

KegPci'd  a  parent's  plea ; 
My  offspring,  with  an  anxious  heart, 
I  now  commend  to  thee.  . 

2  Mj  children  are  my  greatest  care, 

A  charge  which  thou  hast  given ; 
In  all  thy  graces  let  them  share, 
And  ail  the  joys  of  heaven. 

3  On  me  thou  hast  bestowed  thy  grace, 

Be  to  my  children  kind  ; 
Among  thy  saints  give  them  a  place, 
And  leave  not  one  behind. 

4  Happy  we  then  shall  live  below, 

Tlie  remnant  of  our  days  ; 
And  when  to  brighter  worlds  we  go, 
Shall  long  resound  thy  praise. 


81. 


ll's.  G.  B.  IDE. 

Children  exhorted  to  come  to  Christ. 


1  IN  life's  joyous  morning,  while  hope  still  is  bright. 
And  all  thy  green  pathway  is  beaming  with  light, 
0  come  to  the  Saviour,  his  mercy  embrace, 

And  sweetly  surrender  thy  heart  to  his  grace. 

2  Soon  cares  and  temptations  thy  steps  will  attend. 
And  sorrow's  rude  tempest  may  on  thee  descend ; 
What  arm  can  sustain  thee,  what  wisdom  can  guide, 
If  Christ,  the  Deliverer,  be  not  at  thy  side  1 

3  His  love,  if  thou  seek  him,  will  gird  thee  with  power, 
In  manbood's  ?tcrn  conflicts,  and  trial's  dark  hour. 
With  rich  consolations  thy  anguish  assuage, 
When  stung  by  affliction,  or  sinking  with  age. 

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THE   PARENTAL  RELATION. 

4  The  "  peace-speaking  blood,"  which  for  sinners  he  spilt, 
Will  shield  thee  in  j  udgment,  and  cleanse  thee  from  guilt, 
His  hand  shall  defend  thee  from  all  earthly  foes, 

^  And  bring  thee  triumphant  to  heaven's  repose. 

5  Then  fly  to  his  bosom,  and  in  it  find  rest 

From  all  that  can  torture  thy  frail  mortal  breast, 
No  storm  there  can  reach  thee,  no  danger  assail ; 
His  might  is  resistless,  his  truth  cannot  fail. 


82. 


C.   M.  DODDKIDGE. 

CJirisfs  invitation  to  Children. 

1  SEE  Israers  gentle  Shepherd  stand, 

With  all  engaging  charms  ; 
Hark !  how  he  calls  the  tender  lambs, 
And  folds  them  in  his  arms ! 

2  "  Permit  them  to  approach,''  he  cries, 

**  Nor  scorn  their  humble  name  ; 
For  'twas  to  bless  such  souls  as  these. 
The  Lord  of  angels  came." 

3  We  bring  them,  Lord,  by  fervent  prayer, 

And  yield  them  up  to  thee ; 
With  humble  trust  that  we  are  thine, 
Thine  let  our  offspring  be. 

4  If  orphans  they  are  left  behind, 

Thy  guardian  care  we  trust ; 
That  care  shall  heal  our  bleeding  hearts, 
If  weeping  o'er  their  dust. 

B8's.  Union  Minsteel. 

•  Child's  Reply. 

1  0  JESUS,  delight  of  my  soul. 

My  Saviour,  my  Shepherd  divine  ; 
I  yield  to  thy  blessed  control ; 
My  body  and  spirit  are  thine. 
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84. 


THE  FAMILY. 

Thy  love  I  can  never  deserve, 
That  bids  me  be  happy  in  thee ; 

My  God  and  my  King  I  will  serve, 
Whose  favor  is  heaven  to  me. 

2  How  can  I  thy  goodness  repay, 

By  nature  so  weak  and  defiled  ? 
Myself  I  have  given  away ; 

0,  call  me  thy  own  little  child. 
And  art  thou  my  Father  above  ? 

Will  Jesus  abide  in  my  heart  ? 
0,  bind  me  so  fast  in  thy  love, 

That  I  never  from  thee  shall  depart  I 

C.  M.  Logan 

Happy  Child. 

1  HOW  happy  is  the  child  who  hears 

Instruction's  warning  voice ; 
And  who  celestial  wisdom  makes 
His  early,  only  choice. 

2  For  she  has  treasures  greater  far 

Than  east  or  west  unfold  ; 
And  her  rewards  more  precious  are 
Than  all  their  stores  of  gold. 

3  She  guides  the  young  with  innocence, 

In  pleasure's  path  to  tread  ; 
A  crown  of  glory  she  bestows 
Upon  the  aged  head. 

4  According  as  her  labors  rise, 

So  her  rewards  increase, 
Her  ways  are  ways  of  pleasantness, 
And  all  her  paths  are  peace. 
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V^BIRTH-DAYS. 

)  K  C.  M.  AUCN. 

^  0  *  The  Birth-Day  Meditation. 

1  AND  now,  my  soul,  another  year 

Of  thy  short  life  is  past ; 
I  cannot  long  continue  here, 
And  this  may  be  my  last. 

2  Much  of  my  hasty  life  is  gone, 

Nor  will  return  again  ; 
And  swift  my  passing  moments  run, 
The  few  that  yet  remain. 

3  Awake,  my  soul ;  with  utmost  care 

Thy  true  condition  learn  ; 
What  are  thy  hopes  ?  how  sure  ?  how  fair  ? 
What  is  thy  great  concern? 

4  Devoutly  yield  thyself  to  God, 

And  on  his  grace  depend  ; 
With  zeal  pursue  the  heavenly  road, 
Nor  doubt  a  happy  end. 


86. 


C.  M.  Mat.  H.  Book. 

The  Birth-Day  Prayer, 

1  SWIFT  as  the  winged  arrow  flies, 

My  time  is  hastening  on ; 
Quick  as  the  lightning  from  the  skies, 
My  wasting  moments  run. 

2  My  follies  past,  0  God,  forgive, 

My  every  sin  subdue, 
And  teach  me  henceforth  how  to  live, 
With  glory  in  my  view. 
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THE  FAMILY. 

3  ^Twere  better  I  had  not  been  born, 

Than  live  without  thy  fear, 
For  they  are  wretched  and  forlorn, 
Who  have  their  portion  here. 

4  But  blessed  be  thy  sovereign  grace, 

That  in  my  early  youth, 
Led  me  to  seek  the  Saviour^  s  face, 
And  know  the  way  of  truth. 

5  0,  let  thy  Spirit  lead  me  still. 

Along  the  happy  road ; 

Conform  me  to  thy  holy  will. 

My  Father  and  my  God. 

6  Another  year  of  life  is  past : 

My  heart  to  thee  incline, 
That  if  this  year  should  be  my  last. 
It  may  be  wholly  thine  ! 

H.  M.  c.  Wesley. 

The  Birth-Day  Vow, 

1  GOD  of  my  life!  to  thee  ^ 

My  cheerful  soul  I  raise, 
Thy  goodness  bade  me  be, 

And  still  prolongs  my  days  ; 
I  see  my  natal  hour  return, 
And  bless  the  day  that  I  was  born. 

2  A  clod  of  living  earth, 

I  glorify  thy  name, 
From  whom  alone  my  birth, 

And  all  my  blessings  came  ; 
Creating  and  preserving  grace, 
Let  all  that  is  within  me  praise. 
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3  My  soul,  and  all  its  powers, 

Thine,  wholly  thine,  shall  be ; 
All,  all  my  happy  hours, 

I  consecrate  to  thee ; 
Whatever  I  have,  whatever  I  am, 
Shall  magnify  my  Maker^s  name. 

4  Long  as  I  live  beneath. 

To  thee,  0  let  me  live  ! 
To  thee  my  every  breath. 

In  thanks  and  blessings  give  ; 
Me  to  thine  image  now  restore. 
And  I  shall  praise  thee  evermore  ! 


88. 


VI.— PARTING  AND  REUNION. 

C.   L.   M.  Sac.  Soxgs. 

Parting. 

1  TO  thee,  when  called  a  while  to  part 

With  friends  or  kindred  dear. 
To  thee  we  raise  each  drooping  heart, 

And  tell  each  rising  fear  ; 
For  thou,  0  Lord,  art  ever  nigh, 
To  hear  thy  children  when  they  cry. 

2  As  children  of  a  Father's  care, 

Thy  blessing  we  implore ; 
As  friends  of  Jesus,  we  would  share 

Thy  presence  evermore ; 
This,  this  alone  can  cheer  the  soul, 
And  every  rising  grief  control. 

3  If  thou  art  with  us  when  we  part 

With  friends  or  kindred  dear. 
To  fill  with  joy  each  drooping  heart. 

And  banish  every  fear  ; 
How  easy  then  to  bid  adieu, 
For  Jesus  smiles,  and  heaven  is  true. 
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89. 


90. 


THE  FAMILY. 

*  S.  Nkwton. 

Parting  Prayer, 

1  FOK  a  season  called  to  part, 

Let  us  now  ourselves  commend 
To  the  gracious  eye  and  heart 
Of  our  ever-present  Friend. 

2  Jesus,  hear  our  humble  prayer : 

Tender  Shepherd  of  thy  sheep, 
Let  thy  mercy  and  thy  care 
All  our  souls  in  safety  keep. 

3  In  thy  strength  may  we  be  strong ; 

Sweeten  every  cross  and  pain ; 
And  our  wasting  lives  prolong, 
Till  we  meet  on  earth  again. 

7's.  Anon 

When  shall  we  meet  again. 

1  WHEN  shall  we  all  meet  again  ? 
When  shall  we  all  meet  again  ? 
Oft  shall  glowing  hope  expire. 
Oft  shall  wearied  love  retire, 

Oft  shall  death  and  sorrow  reign, 
Ere  we  all  shall  meet  again. 

2  Though  in  distant  lands  we  sigh, 
Parched  beneath  the  hostile  sky ; 
Though  the  deep  between  us  rolls. 
Friendship  shall  unite  our  souls ; 
And  in  fancy's  wide  domain, 
There  shall  we  all  meet  again. 

3  When  the  dreams  of  life  are  fled, 
When  its  wasted  lamps  are  dead, 
When  in  cold  oblivion's  shade, 
Beauty,  wealth,  and  fame  are  laid,— 
Where  immortal  spirits  reign, 
There  may  we  all  meet  again. 

54 


di 


PAHTING   AND  REUNION. 

6's  &  5's.   [Peculiar.]   Sel.  Hymns. 
Reunion  in  Heaven, 

1  WHEN  shall  we  meet  again  ? — 

Meet  ne'er  to  sever  ? 
When  will  Peace  wreath  her  chain 

Round  us  for  ever  ? 
Our  hearts  will  ne'er  repose 
Safe  frora  each  blast  that  blows 
In  this  dark  vale  of  woes — 

Never — no,  never  ! 

2  When  shall  love  freely  flow 

Pure  as  lifers  river  ? 
When  shall  sweet  friendship  glow 

Changeless  for  ever? 
Vi^here  joys  celestial  thrill, 
Where  bliss  each  heart  shall  fill, 
And  fears  of  parting  chill 

Never — no,  never  1 

3  Up  to  that  world  of  light 

Take  us,  dear  Saviour ; 
May  we  all  there  unite, 

Happy  for  ever : 
Where  kindred  spirits  dwell, 
There  may  our  music  swell, 
And  time  our  joys  dispel, 

Never — no,  never  ! 

4  Soon  shall  we  meet  again — 

Meet  ne'er  to  sever  ; 
Soon  will  peace  wreath  her  chain 

Round  us  for  ever  ; 
Our  hearts  will  then  repose 
Secure  from  worldly  woes ; 
Our  songs  of  praise  shall  close, 

Never — no,  never ! 
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THE  FAMILY. 

QQ  8  S  &  7  S.   [Peculiar.]  Montgomery 

V/Ut  "  We  meet  again.'''' 

1  JOYFUL  words— "we  meet  again?'' 

Love's  own  language,  comfort  darting 
Through  the  souls  of  friends  at  parting  ; 
Life  in  death — "  we  meet  again  1" 

2  "While  we  walk  this  vale  of  tears, 

Compassed  round  with  care  and  sorrow^ 
Gloom  to-day,  and  storm  to-morrow, 
"  Meet  again  V^  our  bosom  cheers. 

3  Far  in  exile,  when  we  roam, 

O'er  our  lost  endearments  weeping, 
Lonely,  silent  vigils  keeping, 
"  Meet  again  1"  transports  us  home. 

4  When  this  weary  world  is  past, 

Happy  they,  whose  spirits  soaring, 
Vast  eternity  exploring, 
"  Meet  again"  in  heaven  at  last. 

Q^  C.   M.  EeED. 

V  O  •  Praise  for  Reunion. 

1  COME,  let  us  strike  our  harps  afresh, 

To  great  Jehovah's  name ; 
Sweet  be  the  accents  of  our  tongues 
When  we  his  love  proclaim. 

2  'Twas  by  his  bidding  we  were  called 

In  pain  awhile  to  part ; 
^Tis  by  his  care  we  meet  again, 
And  gladness  fills  our  heart. 

3  Blest  be  the  hand  that  has  preserved 

Our  feet  from  every  snare  ; 
And  blest  the  goodness  of  the  Lord, 
Which  to  this  hour  we  share. 
66 


DOMESTIC  AFFLICTION. 

4  0  may  the  Spirit's  quickening  power 

Now  sanctify  our  joy, 
And  warm  our  zeal  in  works  of  love, 
Our  talents  to  employ. 

5  Fast,  fast  our  minutes  fly  away ; 

Soon  shall  our  wanderings  cease ; 
And  with  our  Father  we  shall  dwell, 
A  family  of  peace ! 


94. 


Vn.— POMESTIC  AFFLICTON. 

C.  M.  Moore. 

Light  in  Darkness, 

1  0  THOU  who  dry'st  the  mourner's  tear, 

How  dark  this  world  would  be, 
If,  when  h'5^"' sorrows  wounded  here, 
We  could  not  fly  to  thee ! 

2  The  friends^  who  in  our  sunshine  live, 

When  winter  comes,  are  flown  ; 
And  he  who  has  but  tears  to  give, 
Must  weep  those  tears  alone. 
/. 

3  0,  who  could  bear  life's  stormy  doom, 

Did  not  thy  wing  of  love 
Come,  brightly  wafting  through  the  gloom 
Our  peace-branch  from  above  ? 

4  Then  sorrow,  touched  by  thee,  grows  bright, 

With  more  than  rapture's  ray  ; 
As  darkness  shows  us  worlds  of  light 
We  never  saw  by  day. 

57 


THE   FAMILY. 

■\^  8's.  7's.  &4.  Peaecb 

/  0  •  Sweet  Affliction, 

.  IN  tlie  floods  of  tribulation, 
While  the  billows  o^er  me  roll, 
Jesus  whispe-rs  consolation, 

And  supports  my  fainting  soul ; 

Sweet  affliction, 
That  brings  Jesus  to  my  soul. 

Here,  in  darkest  dispensations, 
Doth  my  faithful  Lord  appear ; 

With  his  richest  consolations. 
To  reanimate  and  cheer : 

Sweet  affliction, 
Thus  to  bring  my  Saviour  near. 

In  the  sacred  page  recorded, 
Thus  his  word  securely  stands ; 

"  Fear  not,  I'm  in  trouble  near  thee, 
Nought  shall  pluck  you  from  my  hands :" 

Sweet  affliction, 
Every  word  my  love  demands. 

All  I  meet  I  find  assists  me 

In  my  path  to  heavenly  joy, 
Where,  though  trials  now  attend  me, 

Trials  never  more  annoy : 
Sweet  affliction, 

Thus  to  end  in  ceaseless  joy. 


96. 


7  S.  COWPER. 

Benefit  of  Affiiction. 

^TIS  my  happiness  below 
Not  to  live  without  the  cross, 

But  the  Sa\dour's  power  to  know, 
Sanctifying  every  loss. 
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AFFLICTION. 

2  Trials  must  and  will  befall, 

But,  with  humble  faith  to  see, 
Love  inscribed  upon  them  all, — 
This  is  happiness  to  me. 

3  Trials  make  the  promise  sweet, 

Trials  give  new  life  to  prayer ; 
Bring  me  to  my  Sa\iour^s  feet, 
Lay  me  low,  and  keep  me  there. 

ri\y  CM.  Steele. 

V  J  •     Desiring  the  presence  of  God  in  affliction. 

1  TIIOU  only  centre  of  my  rest, 

Look  down  with  pitying  eye, 
While  with  protracted  pain  oppressed, 
I  breathe  the  plaintive  sigh. 

2  Thy  gracious  presence,  0  my  God, 

My  every  wish  contains  ; 
With  this,  beneath  affliction's  load, 
My  heart  no  more  complains. 

3  This  can  my  every  care  control. 

Gild  each  dark  scene  with  light ; 
This  is  the  sunshine  of  the  soul, 
Without  it,  all  is  night. 

4  My  Lord,  my  life,  0  cheer  my  heart 

With  thy  reviving  ray, 
And  bid  these  mournful  shades  depart. 
And  bring  the  dawn  of  day. 

QQ  8's.  Bath  Col. 

^0«  Comfort  in  Sickness, 

1  0  TIIOU  whose  compassionate  care, 
Forbids  my  fond  heart  to  complain. 
Now  graciously  teach  me  to  bear 
The  weight  of  affliction  and  pain. 
59 


THE   FAMILY. 

2  Though  cheerless  my  days  seem  to  flow, 

Though  weary  and  wakeful  my  nights, 
What  comfort  it  gives  me  to  know 
'Tis  the  hand  of  a  Father  that  smites ! 

3  A  tender  Physician  thou  art, 

Who  woundest  in  order  to  heal, 
And  comfort  divine  dost  impart 
To  soften  the  anguish  we  feel. 

4  0,    let  this  correction  be  blest 

And  answer  thy  gracious  design ; 
Then  grant  that  my  soul  may  find  rest 
In  comforts  so  healing  as  thine. 

nn  C.  M.  CowPER, 

VOt  Submission. 

1  0  LORD,  my  best  desires  fulfil. 

And  help  me  to  resign 
Life,  health,  and  comfort  to  thy  will. 
And  make  thy  pleasure  mine. 

2  Why  should  I  shrink  at  thy  command 

Whose  love  forbids  my  fears  ? 
Or  tremble  at  the  gracious  hand 
That  wipes  away  my  tears  ? 

3  No !  let  me  rather  freely  yield 

What  most  I  prize  to  thee, 
Who  never  hast  a  good  withheld, 
Nor  wilt  withhold,  from  me. 

4  Thy  favor  all  my  journey  through, 

Thou  art  engaged  to  grant : 
What  else  I  want,  or  think  I  do, 
'Tis  better  still  to  want. 
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AFFLICTION. 

1  r\r\  CM.  TopLADY. 

1  UU«  Sioeetness  of  Submission. 

1  WHEN  languor  and  disease  invade 

This  trembling  house  of  clay, 
'Tis  sweet  to  look  beyond  my  pain, 
And  long  to  fly  away. 

2  Sweet  to  look  inward,  and  attend 

The  whispers  of  his  love ; 
Sweet  to  look  upward,  to  the  place 
Where  Jesus  pleads  above. 

3  Sweet  to  look  back,  and  see  my  name 

In  life's  fair  book  set  down ; 
Sweet  to  look  forward,  and  behold 
Eternal  joys  my  own. 

4  Sweet  on  his  faithfulness  to  rest, 

Whose  love  can  never  end ; 
Sweet  on  the  promise  of  his  grace 
For  all  things  to  depend. 

5  Sweet,  in  the  confidence  of  faith, 

To  trust  his  firm  decrees  ; 
Sweet  to  lie  passive  in  his  hands, 
And  know  no  will  but  his. 

6  If  such  the  sweetness  of  the  stream, 

AVhat  must  the  fountain  be, 
Where  saints  and  angels  draw  their  bliss 
Directly,  Lord,  from  thee ! 

1  A 1  7^S.  &  6's.  Sac.  So.ngs. 

1  U 1  •  Prayer  for  the  Sich 

1  BEFORE  thy  footstool  kneeling, 
To  thee,  0  Lord,  we  cry ; 
While  for  thy  gift  of  healing 
We  raise  our  voice  on  high  : 
Cl 


THE  FAMILY. 

Diseases  and  afflictions 

Thy  ready  servants  are  ; 
Chastisements  and  corrections 

To  quicken  us  in  prayer. 

2  We  own  our  guilt  and  folly, 

But  thou  canst  still  forgive ; 
And  thou,  Most  High  and  Holy, 

Canst  bid  the  sick  revive : 
Though  now  cast  down  in  sorrow, 

In  darkness  and  distress, 
Joy  may  return  to-morrow. 

Through  thy  restoring  grace. 

3  As  suppliants  now  before  thee, 

In  thy  great  name  we  plead ; 
Physician,  we  adore  thee. 

And  trembling  ask  thine  aid : 
Before  thy  footstool  kneeling, 

To  thee,  to  thee  we  cry : 
Send  down  thy  gift  of  healing, 

On  thee  our  souls  rely. 

mQ  S.  M.  Seaele 

u%  Praise  for  Recovery. 

1  KINDLY  the  Lord  appeared 

In  nature's  trying  hour  ; 
My  sinking  soul  his  mercy  cheered  ; 
I  felt  his  strengthening  power. 

2  He  found  me  on  the  bed 

Of  languishing  and  pain ; 
Bade  me  on  him  recline  my  head, 
Nor  seek  his  aid  in  vain. 

3  I  saw  his  mighty  arm 

Stretched  o'er  the  rolling  wave : 
He  snatched  my  life  from  threatening  harm 
And  showed  his  power  to  save. 
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i^FFLICTION. 


4  0,  may  my  future  days 
True  gratitude  display : 
Nor  only  speak,  but  live  his  praise, 
Through  each  revolving  day. 


108. 


L.  M.  c.  Wesley. 

Resignation  v/nder  incurable  Infirmity. 


1  0  THOU  whose  wise,  paternal  love 

Hath  brought  my  active  vigor  down, 
Thy  choice  I  thankfully  approve, 

And,  prostrate  at  thy  gracious  throne, 
I  offer  up  my  life's  remains, 
I  choose  the  state  my  God  ordains. 

2  Cast,  as  a  broken  vessel,  by, 

Thy  will  I  can  no  longer  do ; 
Yet,  while  a  daily  death  I  die, 

Thy  power  I  may  in  weakness  show, 
My  patience  may  thy  glory  raise, 
My  speechless  wo  proclaim  thy  praise. 

3  But  since  without  thy  Spirit's  might 

Thou  know'st  I  nothing  can  endure, 
The  help  I  ask  in  Jesus'  right, 

The  strength  he  did  for  me  procure, 
Father,  abundantly  impart, 
And  arm  with  love  my  feeble  heart. 

4  0  let  me  live,  of  thee  possessed. 

In  weakness,  weariness,  and  pain  ! 
The  anguish  of  my  laboring  breast. 

The  daily  cross  I  still  sustain, 
For  him  that  languished  on  the  tree, 
But  lived,  before  he  died,  for  me. 
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THE  FAMILY. 

t  Aj^  C.  M.  Union  Col 

1  U  Xt  Father  to  his  Dying  Son, 

1  AND  must  thou  die,  my  darling  boy  ! 

I  see  the  fatal  shade, 
That  o^er  thy  blooming  cheek  of  joy 
The  hand  of  death  has  laid. 

2  I  loved  to  gaze  upon  thy  face, 

And  mark  thine  open  brow ; 
Where  care  as  yet  had  stamped  no  trace 
To  picture  human  wo. 

3  Must  I  no  more  behold  that  smile, 

Nor  feel  thy  hand  entwine, 
In  fond,  endearing  love,  awhile. 
Its  gentle  clasp  in  mine  ? 

4  But  these  are  selfish  thoughts,  that  wrong 

A  Christian  parentis  love ; 
Vain  thoughts,  that  suit  the  worldly  throng. 
Who  never  look  above. 

5  Bought  by  the  Saviour's  precious  blood. 

And  pardoned  through  his  grace, 
Thou  wilt,  beyond  death's  stormy  flood, 
Behold  his  glorious  face. 

mp-  8's.  &  7's.  Cecil. 

U  •         Dying  Child  to  its  Mother, 

1  CEASE  here  longer  to  detain  me. 

Fondest  mother  drowned  in  wo; 
Now  thy  kind  caresses  pain  me; 
Morn  advances — let  me  go. 

2  Lately  launched,  a  trembling  stranger, 

On  the  world^s  wild  boisterous  flood. 
Pierced  with  sorrows,  tossed  with  danger, 
Gladly  I  return  to  God. 
U 


AFFLICTION. 

3  Weep  not  o'er  these  eyes  that  languish, 

Upward  turning  to  their  home  : 
Raptured,  they'll  forget  all  anguish, 
While  they  wait  to  see  thee  come. 

4  There,  my  mother,  pleasures  centre — 

Weeping,  parting,  care,  or  wo, 
Ne'er  our  Father's  house  shall  enter — 
Morn  advances — let  me  go. 

^  r\n  ^'s*  Union  Minstrel. 

1UD»  Mother  to  her  Dying  Child, 

1  GO  to  thy  rest,  my  child  ; 

Go  to  thy  dreamless  bed. 
Gentle  and  meek  and  mild, 

With  blessings  on  thy  head. 
Fresh  roses  in  thy  hand, 

Buds  on  thy  pillow  laid, 
Haste  from  this  fearful  land, 

Where  flowers  so  quickly  ifade. 

2  Because  thy  smile  was  fair, 

Thy  lips  and  eyes  so  bright : 
Because  thy  cradle  care 

Was  such  a  fond  delight ; 
Shall  love  with  weak  embrace, 

Thy  heavenward  flight  detain  ? 
No  !  angel,  seek  thy  place 

Amid  yon  cherub  train. 

8's.  &  7's.        s.  S.  Visitor. 
The  Child  is  Dead. 

1  ONR  sweet  flower  has  drooped  and  faded, 
One  sweet  infant's  voice  has  fled, 
One  fair  brow  the  grave  has  shaded, 

One  dear  object  now  is  dead. 
5  65  6* 


107. 


THE  FAMILY. 

2  But  we  feel  relief  in  sadness, 

For  our  child  is  happy  now ; 
It  has  knelt  in  soul-felt  gladness, 
Where  the  blessed  angels  bow. 

3  It  is  now  where  harps  are  ringing 

Through  the  heavenly  courts  above. 
And  its  silvery  voice  is  singing, 
With  glad  spirits,  hymns  of  love. 

4  It  is  gone  to  heaven  before  us, 

But  it  turns  and  waves  its  hand. 
Pointing  to  the  glories  o'er  us. 
In  that  happy,  happy  land  I 


108. 


C.  M.  Steele. 

The  Young  cut  down  in  their  Bloom, 

1  WHEN  blooming  youth  is  snatched  away 

By  death's  resistless  hand, 
Our  hearts  the  mournful  tribute  pay 
Which  pity  must  demand. 

2  While  sorrow  prompts  the  rising  sigh, 

0  may  this  truth,  impressed 
With  awful  power,  "I,  too,  must  die," 
Sink  deep  in  every  breast. 

3  The  voice  of  this  alarming  scene 

May  every  heart  obey ; 
Nor  be  the  heavenly  warning  vain, 
Which  calls  to  watch  and  pray. 

4  0  let  us  fly,  to  Jesus  fly. 

Whose  powerful  arm  can  save ; 
Then  shall  our  hopes  ascend  on  high, 
And  triumph  o'er  the  grave. 
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ArjFLICTION. 

I AQ  7's.  C.  Wesley. 

LxJut  Dying  Father^ s  Prayer, 

1  0  THOU  faithful  God  of  love! 

Gladly  I  thy  promise  plead; 
"Waiting  for  my  last  remove, 

Hastening  to  the  happy  dead, 
Lo,  I  cast  on  thee  my  care, 
Breathe  my  latest  breath  in  prayer. 

2  My  dear  partner  I  commend, 

To  thy  gracious  providence ; 
Be  her  sure,  immortal  friend. 

In  all  storms  her  safe  defence ; 
Free  from  sin,  from  sorrovs^  free, 
May  she  ever  lean  on  thee. 

3  Trusting  in  thy  V70rd  alone, 

I  to  thee  my  children  leave ; 
Call  my  little  ones  thine  own, 

To  them  all  thy  blessings  give, 
Keep  them  while  on  earth  they  breathe, 
Save  their  souls  from  endless  death. 

4  Father  of  the  fatherless. 

Husband  of  the  widow  prove ; 
Me  and  mine  for  ever  bless. 

Tell  me  we  shall  meet  above ; 
Seal  the  promise  on  my  heart, 
Bid  me  then  in  peace  depart ! 


110. 


L.  M.  Ukion  Hymns. 

My  Mother  is  dead. 
1  THE  bosom  where  I  oft  have  lain. 
And  slept  my  infant  hours  away, 
"Wiir  never  beat  for  me  again, 
'Tis still,  in  death!  ^Tis  senseless  clay! 
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THE   FAMILY. 

2  How  ma.ny  were  the  silent  prayers, 

My  mother  offered  up  for  me ; 
How  many  were  the  bitter  cares 

She  felt  when  none  but  God  could  see. 

3  But  she  is  gone,  and  now  in  heaven, 

She  sings  his  praise,  who  died  for  her ; 
And  to  her  hand  a  harp  is  given, 
And  she's  a  heavenly  worshipper. 

4  0  let  me  choose  the  path  she  chose, 

And  her  I  soon  again  shall  see. 
Beyond  this  world  of  sin  and  woes, 
With  Jesus,  in  eternity. 


111. 


C.  M.        Campbell's  Col. 
My  Mother's  Grave, 

1  0,  AS  upon  my  mother's  grave, 

I  fix  my  weeping  eyes, 
How  many  fond  remembrances 
In  quick  succession  rise ! 

2  Again  I  see  her  gentle  form. 

As  when  in  infant  days, 
And  childhood's  early  sportive  years. 
She  guarded  all  my  ways. 

3  Again  her  kind  maternal  voice, 

Falls  on  my  listening  ear, 
As  when  she  taught  my  youthful  soul. 
The  God  of  love  to  fear. 

4  Father  of  heaven,  my  mother's  God ! 

Before  thy  blissful  seat. 
Among  the  glorious  heirs  of  light, 
May  I  that  mother  meet ! 
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112. 


AFFLICTION. 

L.  M.   Mrs.  G.  W.  Anderson. 

The  Bereaved  Husband, 

1  YES,  she  is  gone — yet  do  not  thou 

The  goodness  of  the  Lord  distrust ; 
But  meekly  to  his  wisdom  bow, 

AVho  lays  thy  loved  one  in  the  dust. 
The  form  is  there — but  seek  not  there 

The  spirit  born  for  light  and  love  ; 
Look  upward — free  from  sin  and  care, 

It  rests  in  joy  with  God  above. 

2  Through  many  chequered  scenes  of  life, 

Ye  hand  in  hand  have  journeyed  on; 
For  her  the  labor  and  the  strife 

Are  o'er — the  peaceful  goal  is  won. 
The  pleasant  voice  and  cheering  smile, 

Which  oft  have  soothed  thy  harassed  mind. 
Are  gone  but  for  a  little  while, 

She  hath  not  left  thee  far  behind. 

3  Then  mourn  not  that  an  heir  of  grace. 

Has  readied  the  goal  of  hope  and  faith, 
Press  onward  in  the  Christian  race  ; 

Brief  is  your  parting  now  by  death  ; 
Soon  thou  too  wilt  be  called  to  leave 

This  earth,  where  sadly  thou  dost  roam  ; 
Soon  joyfully  wilt  thou  receive, 

In  heaven,  her  gentle  "  Welcome  Home." 


113. 


L.  M.  Wm.  L.  Dennis. 

The  Widow's  God 

1  IN  this  lone  hour  of  deep  distress, 
When  heavy  sorrows  round  me  press, 
Encouraged  by  thy  gracious  word, 
I  trust  thee  as  the  widow's  God. 
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THE  FAMILY. 

2  A  husband  lies  in  death's  embrace, 
The  grave  is  now  his  resting  place  ; 
0,  as  1  pass  beneath  thy  rod, 
Keveal  thyself  the  widow's  God. 

3  Assuage  my  grief,  remove  my  fears, 
Suppress  my  murmuring,  dry  my  tears ; 
Help  me  to  own  thee  as  my  Lord, 

And  bless  thee  as  the  widow's  God. 

4  Be  thou  my  counsellor  and  stay, 
Protect  by  night,  and  guide  by  day  ; 
Then,  as  I  travel  life's  rough  road, 
I'll  praise  thee  as  the  widow's  God. 


114. 


C.  P.  M.    U]v;ioN  Minstrel 
The  Orphan, 

1  0  THOU,  the  helpless  orphan's  hope, 
To  whom  alone  my  eyes  look  up 

In  each  distressing  day  ! 
Father,  (for  that's  the  sweetest  name 
That  e'er  these  lips  were  taught  to  frame,) 

Instruct  this  heart  to  pray. 

2  Low  in  the  dust  my  parents  lie. 
And  no  attentive  ear  is  nigh 

But  thine,  to  mark  my  wo  ; 
No  hand  to  wipe  away  my  tears, 
No  gentle  voice  to  hush  my  fears,  * 

Remains  to  me  below. 

3  To  heaven  my  earthly  friends  are  gone. 
And  thither  are  my  comforts  flown. 

But  I  continue  here  ; 
Be  thou  my  pattern,  thou  my  guide  ; 
This  friendless  heart  from  sorrow  hide, 

Beposing  on  th}^  care. 


AFFLICTION. 
1   1  K  CM.  WatIS. 

1  1  0  •       The  Aged  Christian'' s  Prayer, 

1  GOD  of  my  childhood  and  my  youth, 

The  guide  of  all  my  days, 
I  have  declared  thy  heavenly  truth, 
And  told  thy  wondrous  ways. 

2  Wilt  thou  forsake  my  hoary  hairs, 

And  leave  my  fainting  heart  ? 
Who  shall  sustain  my  sinking  years, 
If  God,  my  strength,  depart  ? 

3  Let  me  thy  power  and  truth  proclaim 

To  the  surviving  age, 
And  leave  the  savor  of  thy  name, 
AVhen  I  shall  quit  the  stage. 

4  The  land  of  silence  and  of  death 

Attends  my  next  remove  ; 
0  may  these  poor  remains  of  breath 
Teach  the  wide  world  thy  love. 


116. 


7's.  c.  Wesley 

Ready  to  Depart, 

1  READY  for  my  earthen  bed. 
Let  me  rest  my  fainting  head. 
Welcome  life's  expected  close, 
Sink  in  permanent  repose  ; 
Jesus'  blood,  to  which  I  fly. 
Doth  my  conscience  purify, 
Signs  my  weary  soul's  release, 
Bids  me  now  depart  in  peace. 

2  Thus  do  I  my  couch  prepare  ; 

0,  how  soft,  when  Christ  is  there  ! 
There  my  breathles^aviour  laid, 
Turns  it  to  a  spicy  bed ; 
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THE  FAMILY. 

.    Besting  in  his  power  to  save, 
Looking  now  beyond  the  grave, 
Calm  I  lay  my  body  down, 
Rise  to  an  immortal  crown  I 

II  ry  ^^*  Watts. 

i    I  •  Death  made  easy, 

1  WHY  should  we  start,  and  fear  to  die  ? — 

What  timorous  worms  we  mortals  are. 
Death  is  the  gate  of  endless  joy, 
And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 

2  0,  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet, 

My  soul  should  stretch  her  wings  in  haste, 
Fly  fearless  through  death's  iron  gate, 
Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  she  passed. 

3  Jesus  can  make  a  dying  bed 

Feel  soft  as  downy  pillows  are. 
While  oi;i  his  breast  I  lean  my  head, 
And  t)reathe  my  life  out  sweetly  there. 

11  Q  11  S.  MUHLKNBURO. 

10«  Death  Welcome. 

1  I  WOULD  not  live  alway;  I  ask  not  to  stay 
Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er  the  way ; 
The  few  lucid  mornings  that  dawn  on  us  here 

Are  followed  hy  gloom  or  beclouded  with  fear.  * 

2  I  would  not  live  alway  thus  fettered  by  sin — 
Temptation  without  and  corruption  within  : 
E'en  the  rapture  of  pardon  is  mingled  with  fears, 
And  the  cup  of  thanksgiving  with  penitent  tears. 

3  I  would  not  live  alway ;  no — welcome  the  tomb ; 
Since  Jesus  hath  lain  there,  I  dread  not  its  gloom : 
There  sweet  be  m^^est  till  he  bid  me  arise 

To  hail  him  in  triumph  descending  the  skies. 
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AFFLICTION. 

4  Who,  who  would  live  alway  away  from  his  God- 
Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode. 
Where  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  bright  o'er  the  plains, 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns? 

5  There  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet, 
Their  Saviour  and  brethren  transported  to  greet; 
While  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  roll. 

And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the  soul. 


8's.  CoWPER. 

Longing  to  be  with  Christ, 


119. 

1  TO  Jesus,  the  crown  of  my  hope, 

My  soul  is  in  haste  to  be  gone ; 
0  bear  me,  ye  cherubim,  up. 

And  waft  me  away  to  his  throne. 

2  My  Saviour,  whom,  absent,  I  love ; 

Whom,  not  having  seen,  I  adore ; 
Whose  name  is  exalted  above 

All  glory,  dominion,  and  power, — 

3  Dissolve  thou  these  bonds  that  detain 

My  soul  from  her  portion  in  thee ; 

0  strike  olf  this  adamant  chain, 
And  make  me  eternally  free. 

4  When  that  happy  era  begins, 

When  arrayed  in  thy  glories  I  shine, 
Nor  grieve  any  more,  by  my  sins, 
The  bosom  on  which  I  recline, — 

5  0  then  shall  the  veil  be  removed, 

And  round  me  thy  brightness  be  poured  ; 

1  shall  see  him  whom,  absent,  I  loved. 
Whom,  not  having  seen,  I  adored. 

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THE   FAMILY. 

I  on  S's  &  4's.  Sac.  Songs. 

i-  /0U«  Weep  not  for  Me, 

1  WHEN  the  spark  of  life  is  waning, 

Weep  not  for  me. 
When  the  languid  eye  is  straining, 

Weep  not  for  me. 
When  the  feeble  pulse  is  ceasing, 
Start  not  at  its  swift  decreasing, 
'Tis  the  fettered  souFs  releasing ; 

Weep  not  for  me. 

2  When  the  pangs  of  death  assail  me, 

Weep  not  for  me. 
Christ  is  mine — He  cannot  fail  me, 

Weep  not  for  me. 
Yes,  though  sin  and  doubt  endeavor. 
From  his  love  my  soul  to  sever, 
Jesus  is  my  strength — for  ever ! 

Weep  not  for  me. 


121. 


8's  &  3's.  Anon. 

All  is  Well 

1  WHAT'S  this  that  steals  away  my  breath  ? 

Is  it  death? 
That  soon  will  quench  this  vital  flame  ? 

Is  it  death? 
If  this  be  death,  I  soon  shall  be 
From  all  my  pains  and  sorrows  free ; 
I  shall  the  King  of  glory  see ! 

All  is  well. 

2  Weep  not,  my  friends,  weep  not  for  me, 

All  is  well. 
My  sins  are  pardoned,  I  am  free, 
All  is  well. 

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AFFLICTION. 

There's  not  a  cloud  that  doth  arise, 
To  hide  my  Saviour  from  my  eyes, 
I  soon  shall  mount  the  upper  skies. 
All  is  well. 

3  Tune,  tune  your  harps,  ye  saints  in  glory, 

All  is  well. 
I  will  rehearse  the  pleasing  story, 

All  is  well. 
Bright  angels  have  from  glory  come, 
They're  round  my  bed,  they're  in  my  room, 
They  wait  to  waft  my  spirit  home. 

All  is  well. 

4  Hark,  hark !  my  Lord  and  Master  calls  me. 

All  is  well. 
I  soon  shall  see  his  face  in  glory, 

All  is  well. 
Farewell,  dear  friends,  adieu,  adieu ! 
I  can  no  longer  stay  with  you. 
My  glittering  crown  appears  in  view. 

All  is  well. 

5  Hail,  hail,  all  hail !  ye  blood  washed  throng, 

Saved  by  grace. 
I've  come  to  join  your  rapturous  song. 

Saved  by  grace. 
All,  all  is  peace  and  joy  divine. 
All  heaven  and  glory  now  are  mine ; 
0,  hallelujah  to  the  Lamb. 

All  is  well. 

8's  &  7's.         Montgomery. 
"  Let  me  go.'** 
LET  me  go,  the  day  is  breaking, 

Dear  companions,  let  me  go  ; 
We  have  spent  a  night  of  waking, 
In  the  wilderness  below ; 
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122 


THE   FAMILY. 

Upward  now  I  bend  my  way, 
Part  we  here  at  break  of  day. 

2  Let  me  go,  I  may  not  tarry. 
Wrestling  thus  with  doubts  and  fears ; 

Angels  wait  my  soul  to  carry, 

Where  my  risen  Lord  appears ; 
Friends  and  kindred,  weep  not  so, 
If  ye  love  me,  let  me  go. 

3  ^Tis  not  darkness  gathering  round  me, 
Which  withdraws  me  from  your  sight ; 

Walls  of  flesh  no  more  can  bound  me, 

But,  translated  into  light. 
Like  the  lark  on  mounting  wing, 
Though  unseen,  ye  hear  me  sing. 

4  Heaven^s  broad  day  hath  o'er  me  broken. 
Far  beyond  earth's  span  of  sky : 

Am  I  dead  ? — Nay,  by  this  token, 
Know  that  I  have  ceased  to  die. 
Would  you  solve  the  mystery  ? 
Come  up  hither,  come  and  see. 

L.   M.  Anon. 

Not  lost,  but  gone  lefore, 

1  SAY  why  should  friendship  grieve  for  those 

Who  safe  arrive  on  Canaan's  shore? 
Released  from  all  their  hurtful  foes. 
They  are  not  lost— but  gone  before. 

2  How  many  painful  days  on  earth 

Their  fainting  spirits  numbered  o'er  ! 
Now  they  enjoy  a  heavenly  birth. 
They  are  not  lost — but  gone  before. 

3  Dear  is  the  spot  where  Christians  sleep. 

And  sweet  the  strains  which  angels  pour ; 
0  why  should  we  in  anguish  weep  ? 
They  are  not  lost — but  gone  before. 
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123. 


AFFLICTION. 

4  On  Jordan's  bank  whene'er  we  come, 
And  hear  the  swelling  waters  roar, 
Jesus,  convey  us  safely  home, 

To  friends  not  lost — but  gone  before. 

li^A  o.   p.   M.        Montgomery. 

I  ^^,  Friends  Depart, 

1  FRIEND  after  friend  departs ; 

Who  hath  not  lost  a  friend  ? 
There  is  no  union  here  of  hearts, 

That  finds  not  here  an  end : 
Were  this  frail  world  our  only  rest, 
Living  or  dying,  none  were  blest. 

2  There  is  a  world  above. 

Where  parting  is  unknown ; 
A  whole  eternity  of  love, 

Formed  for  the  good  alone ; 
And  faith  beholds  the  dying  here. 
Translated  to  that  happier  sphere. 

3  Thus  star  by  star  declines, 

Till  all  are  passed  away. 
As  morning  high  and  higher  shines 

To  pure  and  perfect  day ; 
Nor  sink  those  stars  in  empty  night, 
But  hide  themselves  in  heaven's  own  light. 

j  O  K  CM.  WATTft. 

L  /6vt  Mourn  not  the  Departed, 

1  WHY  do  we  mourn  departing  friends. 

Or  shake  at  death's  alarms  ? 
'Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends, 
To  call  them  to  his  arms. 

2  Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 
There  the  dear  flesh  of  Jesus  lay, 
And  left  a  long  perfume. 

77  7* 


AFFLICTION. 

3  The  graves  of  all  his  saints  he  blest, 

And  softened  every  bed  : 
Where  should  the  dying  members  rest, 
But  with  the  dying  Head  ? 

4  Thence  he  arose,  ascending  high, 

And  showed  our  feet  the  way  ; 
Up  to  the  Lord  our  flesh  shall  fly 
At  the  great  rising  day. 

-\C)n  8'S  &  7'S.  COLLYEK. 

1  ^  0»  "  Cease  J  ye  Mourners.'''' 

1  CEASE,  ye  mourners,  cease  to  languish 

O'er  the  grave  of  those  you  love  ; 
Pain,  and  death,  and  night,  and  anguish, 
Enter  not  the  world  above. 

2  While  our  silent  steps  are  straying, 

Lonely,  through  night's  deepening  shade, 
Glory's  brightest  beams  are  playing 
Round  the  immortal  spirit's  head. 

3  Light  and  peace  at  once  deriving 

From  the  hand  of  God  most  high, 
In  his  glorious  presence  living, 
They  shall  never — never  die ! 

mo.  M.  Watts. 

•  The  Dead  in  QinsL 

1  HEAR  what  the  voice  from  heaven  proclaims  , 

For  all  the  pious  dead ; 
Sweet  is  the  savor  of  their  names, 
And  soft  their  sleeping  bed. 

2  They  die  in  Jesus,  and  are  blest ; 

How  kind  their  slumbers  are  ! 
From  sufferings  and  from  sins  released, 
And  freed  from  every  snare. 

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AFFLICTION.  { 

0  Far  from  this  world  of  toil  and  strife,  | 

They're  present  with  the  Lord  ;  i 

The  labors  of  their  mortal  life  ' 
End  in  a  large  reward. 

1 Q  Q  L.  M.  Sac.  Songs. 

1  /4  O  •  The  Grave, 

1  THE  grave  is  now  a  favored  spot 

To  saints  who  sleep  in  Jesus  blest, 

For  there  the  wicked  trouble  not,  i 

And  there  the  weary  are  at  rest ;  i 

2  At  rest  in  Jesus'  faithful  arms  ; 

At  rest,  as  in  a  peaceful  bed  ;  \ 

Secure  from  all  the  dreadful  storms  \ 

Which  round  this  sinful  world  are  spread.  ] 

3  Thrice  happy  souls,  who're  gone  before  \ 

To  that  inheritance  divine  !  \ 

They  labor,  sorrow,  sigh  no  more,  'i 
But  bright  in  endless  glory  shine. 

I  4  Then  let  our  mournful  tears  be  dry,  ] 
Or  in  a  gentle  measure  flow ; 

We  hail  them  happy  in  the  sky,  i 

And  joyful  wait  our  call  to  go.  \ 

-iQrv                          C.  M.                         Steele.  j 

l/yt/#                The  Resurrection,  ^ 

1  LIFE  is  a  span,  a  fleeting  hour,  \ 

How  soon  the  vapor  flies  !  \ 

Man  is  a  tender,  transient  flower,  \ 

That  e'en  in  blooming  dies.  ^ 

2  The  once-loved  form,  now  cold  and  dead,  j 

Each  mournful  thought  employs ;  j 

And  nature  weeps  her  comforts  fled,  *  ^ 

And  withered  all  her  joys.  *a 

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THE  FAIMILT. 

3  Hope  looks  beyond  the  bounds  of  time, 

When  what  we  now  deplore 

Shall  rise  in  full  immortal  prime, 

And  bloom  to  fade  no  more. 

4  Cease  then,  fond  nature,  cease  thy  tears  ; 

The  Saviour  dwells  on  high  ; 
There  everlasting  spring  appears. 
There  joys  shall  never  die. 

I  OA  CM.  Anon, 

1  OU«  Reunion  in  Heaven. 

1  0  WEEP  not  for  the  joys  that  fade 

Like  evening  lights  away, 
For  hopes,  that,  like  the  stars  decayed, 

Have  left  thy  mortal  day  ;  | 

The  clouds  of  sorrow  will  depart, 

And  brilliant  skies  be  given  ; 
And  bliss  awaits  the  holy  heart, 

Amid  the  bowers  of  heaven. 

2  0  weep  not  for  the  friends  that  pass 

Into  the  lonely  grave, 
^  As  breezes  sweep  the  withered  grass 

Along  the  restless  wave  ; 
For  though  thy  pleasures  may  depart, 

And  mournful  days  be  given, 
Yet  bliss  awaits  the  holy  heart. 
When  friends  rejoin  in  heaven. 

I  ^  I  8^s  &  6's.  G.  B.  ID] 

lOl»  The  Family  in  Heaven. 

1  THEY  all  have  met  in  heaven  at  last ! 
Parents  and  children  dear  ; 
All  to  the  land  of  joy  have  passed. 
Secure  from  every  stormy  blast, 
And  3orrow\s  bitter  tear, 
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SOCIAL   WORSHIP. 

2  At  early  morn,  when  life's  sweet  flower 

First  opened  to  the  light ; 
In  youth's  fair  bloom,  in  manhood's  power, 
Or  age's  calm  and  solemn  hour — 
'  They  faded  from  our  sight. 

3  Some  sleep  amid  their  native  vales ; 

Some  in  the  ocean- wave ; 
Beneath  the  breath  of  tropic  gales, 
Or  where  the  northern  tempest  wails ; 

Each  in  his  lowly  grave. 

4  But,  ransomed  by  the  Saviour's  grace, 

And  washed  in  his  rich  blood. 
Their  happy  spirits  see  his  face. 
And  all  his  matchless  glories  trace. 

Beyond  the  rolling  flood. 

5  There,  on  that  bright  and  peaceful  shore, 

To  pure  and  saved  ones  given. 
They  shout  their  earthly  wanderings  o'er, 
And  dwell  with  Christ  for  evermore, 

A  family  in  heaven  ! 


SOCIAL    WORSHIP. 

1.— INTRODUCTORY. 

6^s.  Rev.  Melodies 

Tlie  Invitation, 
1  COME  to  the  place  of  prayer— 
The  day  is  past  and  gone. 
And  on  the  silent  air. 
The  voice  of  praise  is  borne : 
6  SI 


SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

Sweet  is  the  hour  of  rest, 

Pleasant  the  hearths  low  sigh, 

The  glow  within  our  breast, 
And  the  hope  beyond  the  sky. 

2  Yes !  tuneful  is  the  sound 
Of  Christians  as  they  sing ; 
Welcome  the  glory  round, 
I  Shed  from  the  Spirit's  wing; 

But  bliss  more  sweet  and  still 

Than  aught  on  earth  e^er  gave, 
Our  yearning  souls  shall  fill 
In  the  world  beyond  the  grave. 

1Q  Q  7'S.  COBBIN. 

00 »  The  Prayer  Meeting. 

1  LORD,  there  is  a  throne  of  grace  ! 
There  we  now  would  seek  thy  face  ; 
Thou  wilt  hear  the  humblest  prayer 
Of  the  soul  that  seeks  thee  there. 

2  Though  our  language  simple  be, 
Words  are  nothing,  Lord,  with  thee ; 
To  the  broken,  contrite  heart. 
Thou  wilt  joy  and  peace  impart. 

3  Saviour,  for  us  intercede, 
While  the  promises  we  plead ; 
And,  while  we  the  blessing  gain, 
Thine  the  glory  shall  remain, 

S.  M.  Watts. 

The  Charming  Place. 
1  HOW  charming  is  the  place 
Where  my  Redeemer,  God, 
Unveils  the  beauties  of  his  face 
And  sheds  his  love  abroad  1 
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134. 


INTRODUCTORY. 

2  Here,  on  the  mercy-seat, 

•     With  radiant  glory  crowned, 

Our  joyful  eyes  behold  him  sit, 

And  smile  on  all  around. 

3  Give  me,  0  Lord,  a  place 

Within  thy  blest  abode, 
Among  the  children  of  thy  grace, 
The  servants  of  my  God. 

1Q  *y  7's.  Turner. 

O  ^J  •  The  Sweet  Communion. 

1  LORD,  'tis  sweet  to  mingle  where 
Christians  meet  for  social  prayer ; 
0.  'tis  sweet  with  them  to  raise, 
Songs  of  holy  joy  and  praise. 

2  From  thy  gracious  presence  flows 
Bliss  that  softens  all  our  woes ; 
While  thy  Spirit's  holy  fire 
Warms  our  hearts  with  pure  desire. 

3  Here  we  supplicate  thy  throne  ; 
Here,  thy  pardoning  grace  is  known ; 
Here,  we  learn  thy  righteous  ways, 
Taste  thy  love,  and  sing  thy  praise. 

4  Thus  with  prayer,  and  hymns  of  joy, 
AVe  the  happy  hours  employ  ; 

Love,  and  long  to  love  thee  more, 
Till  from  earth  to  heaven  we  soar. 

1Q/^  L.  M.  Kelly. 

0\)»  The  Heavenly  Converse. 

1  HOW  sweet  to  leave  the  world  awhile, 
And  seek  the  presence  of  our  Lord ! 
Dear  Saviour,  on  thy  people  smile, 
According  to  thy  faithful  word. 
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SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

2  From  busy  scenes  we  now  retreat, 

That  we  may  here  converse  with  thee ; 
0  Lord,  behold  us  at  thy  feet ; 
Let  this  the  gate  of  heaven  be. 

3  "  Chief  of  ten  thousands/'  now  appear, 

That  we,  by  faith,  ma}^  view  thy  face  ; 
0  speak,  that  we  thy  voice  may  hear, 
And  let  thy  presence  fill  the  place  1 

IQfY  L'  M.  Newton 

O  I .  The  blissful  Theme, 

1  FORGOTTEN  be  each  worldly  theme, 

Yf  hen  Christians  see  each  other  thus ; 
We  only  wish  to  speak  of  him, 

Who  lived,  and  died,  and  reigns  for  us. 

2  We'll  talk  o£all  he  did  and  said, 

And  suffered  for  us  here  below ; 

The  path  he  marked  for  us  to  tread, 

And  what  he's  doing  for  us  now. 

3  Thus  as  the  moments  pass  away, 

We'll  love,  and  wonder,  and  adore, 
And  hasten  on  the  glorious  day, 

When  shall  we  meet,  to  part  no  more. 

-g  QQ  -L-  M.       Campbell's  Col. 

loo.  The  Happy  Few. 

1  HERS,  blessed  God,  behold  a  few, 

Who  would  observe  thy  holy  Word; 
0  may  we  find  thy  promise  true, 

That  they  "  shall  live. who  seek  the  Lord !" 

2  0  let  our  faith  and  joy  abound. 

While  we  approach  Shy  m.ercy  seat, 
Since  often  have  thy  people  found 
An  hour  so  spent  divinely  sweet ! 
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INTRODUCTORY. 

3  While  thus  with  thee  we  close  the  day, 
To  every  waiting  soul  be  near ; 
And  may  we  all  have  cause  to  say, 
'Twas  good  for  us  to  worship  here ! 

1QQ  C.  M.  Needham. 

Ou»        ^^  Use  not  vain  Repetitions.'*^ 

1  LORD,  in  thy  courts  we  now  appear, 

And  bow  before  thy  throne : 
Before  our  lips  begin  to  move. 
Our  wants  to  thee  are  known. 

2  Thou  know^st  the  language  of  the  heart, 

The  meaning  of  a  sigh ; 
Dear  Father,  hear  our  humble  prayer, 
And  bring  thy  blessings  nigh. 

3  Few  be  our  words  and  short  our  prayers, 

While  we  together  meet; 

Short  duties  keep  religion  up, 

And  make  devotion  sweet. 

^  /[r\  S.     M.  BULMER. 

i   JtUt  ^^  Lord,,  teach  us  to  pray. ^^ 

1  NOW  from  the  world  withdrawn. 

For  intercourse  with  thee, 
May  we,  0  Lord,  before  thy  throne. 
From  earthly  cares  be  free. 

2  Possess  our  every  thought. 

And  teach  our  minds  to  pray ; 
Help  us  to  worship  as  we  ought, 
And  thus  conclude  the  day. 

3  Our  strength  may  we  renew, 

And  lift  our  hearts  above. 
That,  while  life's  journey  we  pursue, 
We  still  may  walk  in  love. 

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SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

4  Then,  in  our  latter  end, 

When  death  shall  close  our  eyes, 
Thy  mercy  will  our  souls  attend, 
And  bear  them  to  the  skies. 

II  1  CM.  Watts. 

i  1  •        Access  to  God  by  a  Mediator. 

1  COME,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes 

Up  to  the  courts  above, 
And  smile  to  see  our  Father  there, 
Upon  a  throne  of  love. 

2  Come,  let  us  bov7  before  his  feet, 

And  venture  near  the  Lord ; 
No  fiery  cherub  guards  his  seat. 
Nor  double-flaming  sword. 

3  The  peaceful  gates  of  heavenly  bliss 

Are  opened  by  the  Son  ; 
High  let  us  raise  our  notes  of  praise. 
And  reach  th^  almighty  throne. 

4  To  thee  ten  thousand  thanks  we  bring. 

Great  Advocate  on  high, 
And  glory  to  th'  eternal  King, 
Who  lays  his  anger  by. 

1/|Q  -^'s-  Hammond. 

1  A^O  •  The  Blessing  Sought. 

1  LORD,  we  come  before  thee  now — 
At  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow ; 

0  do  not  our  suit  disdain  ! 

Shall  we  seek  thee,  Lord,  in  vain  ? 

2  Lord,  on  thee  our  souls  depend; 
In  compassion  now  descend  ; 


INTRODUCTORY. 

Fill  our  hearts  with  thy  rich  grace, 
Tune  our  lips  to  sing  thy  praise. 

3  In  thine  oayu  appointed  way, 
Now  we  seek  thee,  here  we  stay ; 
Lord,  we  know  not  how  to  go, 
Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow. 

4  Send  some  message  from  thy  word, 
That  may  peace  and  joy  afford  ; 
Let  thy  Spirit  now  impart 

Full  salvation  to  each  heart. 

t  A  i\  L-  M.  Stennett. 

1  lO*  The  Gracious  Promise, 

1  "  WHERE  two  or  three/'  with  sweet  accord, 
Obedient  to  their  sovereign  Lord, 

Meefc  to  recount  his  acts  of  grace, 
And  offer  solemn  prayer  and  praise, 

2  *'  There,"  says  the  Saviour,  "  will  I  be. 
Amid  this  little  company  ; 

To  them  unveil  my  smiling  face. 

And  shed  my  glories  round  the  place." 

3  We  meet  at  thy  command,  dear  Lord, 
Relying  on  thy  faithful  word ; 

Now  send  thy  Spirit  from  above. 
And  fill  our  hearts  with  heavenly  love. 


144 


7's.  c.  Wesley 

7^/26  Promise  claimed, 
1  LIGHT  of  life,  seraphic  fire, 
Love  divine,  thyself  impart ; 
Every  fainting  soul  inspire  ; 
Shine  in  every  drooping  heart. 
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SOCIAL   WORSHIP. 

2  Every  mourning  sinner  cheer ; 

Scatter  all  our  guilty  gloom ; 
Son  of  God,  descend,  appear ! 
To  thy  human  temples  come. 

3  Come  in  this  accepted  hour  ; 

Bring  thy  heavenly  kingdom  in ; 
Fill  us  with  thy  glorious  power, 
Conquer  all  our  love  of  sin. 

4  Nothing  more  can  we  require, 

We  will  ask  for  nothing  less ! 
Be  thou  all  our  hearths  desire, 
All  our  joy,  and  ail  our  peace. 


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C.  M.  Steele. 

ChrisVs  Presence  desired, 

1  COME,  thou  desire  of  all  thy  saints, 

Our  humble  strains  attend  ; 
While,  with  our  praises  and  complaints, 
Low  at  thy  feet  we  bend. 

2  When  we  thy  wondrous  glories  hear, 

And  all  thy  suiferings  trace, 
What  sweetly  awful  scenes  appear ! 
What  rich  unbounded  grace  ! 

3  How  should  our  songs,  like  those  above, 

With  warm  devotion  rise  ! 
How  should  our  souls,  on  wings  of  love, 
Mount  upward  to  the  skies  1  : 

4  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  glories  shine. 

And  fill  thy  dwellings  here. 
Till  life,  and  love,  and  joy  divine, 
A  heaven  on  earth  appear. 


INTRODUCTORY. 

1    A  O  ^-    ^^'  COWPER. 

1  JL  D  •  Christ  omtJi  His  People, 

1  JESUS,  where'er  thy  people  meet, 
There  they  behold  thy  mercy-seat ; 
Where'er  they  seek  thee,  thou  art  found  ; 
And  every  place  is  hallowed  ground. 

2  Dear  Shepherd  of  thy  chosen  few, 
Thy  former  mercies  here  renew ; 
Here  to  our  waiting  hearts  proclaim 
The  sweetness  of  thy  saving  name. 

3  Here  may  we  prove  the  power  of  prayer, 
To  strengthen  faith  and  banish  care, 
And  teach  our  faint  desires  to  rise 

To  things  unseen,  beyond  the  skies. 

4  Lord,  wo  are  few,  but  thou  art  near  ; 
Nor  short  thine  arm,  nor  deaf  thine  ear  ; 
0,  rend  the  heavens  this  favored  hour, 
Let  thousands  feel  tliy  saving  power. 

1    ,\ri  C.   M.  HOSKINSL 

i  X  I  •  Meeting  in  Christ's  Name, 

1  IN  thy  great  name,  0  Lord,  we  come, 

To  worship  at  thy  feet ; 
0  pour  thy  Holy  Spirit  down 
On  all  that  now  shall  meet ! 

2  "We  come  to  hear  Jehovah  speak, 

To  hear  the  Saviour's  voice  ; 
Thy  face  and  favor,  Lord,  we  seek — 
Now  make  our  hearts  rejoice. 

3  Teach  us  to  pray  and  praise,  to  hear 

And  understand  thy  word  ; 
To  feel  thy  blissful  presence  near. 
And  trust  our  living  Lord. 

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SOCIAL   WORSHIP. 


4  Let  sinners  now  thy  goodness  prove. 
And  saints  rejoice  in  thee ; 
Let  rebels  be  subdued  by  love, 
And  to  the  Saviour  flee. 


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8'S,  7's  &  4.  Kelly. 

Privileges  Improved. 

1  IN  thy  name,  0  Lord,  assembling, 

We,  thy  people,  now  draw  near  ; 
Teach  us  to  rejoice  with  trembling ; 
Speak,  and  let  thy  servants  hear, — - 

Hear  with  meekness, — 
Hear  thy  word  with    godly  fear. 

2  While  our  days  on  earth  are  lengthened, 

May  we  give  them.  Lord,  to  thee  : 
Cheered  by  hope,  and  daily  strengthened, 
We  would  run,  nor  weary  be, 

^  Till  thy  glory, 
Without  clouds,  in  heaven  we  see. 

3  There,  in  worship  purer,  sweeter, 

All  thy  people  shall  adore, 
Tasting  of  enjoyment  greater 

Than  they  could  conceive  before, — 

Full  enjoyment, — 
Holy  bliss,  for  evermore. 

-*  Mr^  L.  M.  Watts. 

kjiVt  Spiritual  Enlargement, 

1  COME,  gracious  Lord,  descend  and  dwell, 
By  faith  and  love,  in  every  breast ; 
Then  shall  we  know,  and  taste  and  feel. 
The  joys  that  cannot  be  expressed. 
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inthoductort. 

2  Come,  fill  our  hearts  with  inward  strength, 
Make  our  enlarged  souls  possess, 
And  learn  the  height,  and  breadth,  and  length, 
Of  thine  eternal  love  and  grace.  ; 

3  Now  to  the  God  whose  power  can  do  \ 
More  than  our  thoughts  and  wishes  know,  j 
Be  everlasting  honors  done,  i 
By  all  the  church,  through  Christ,  his  Son.  i 

I^p.                                        7'S.                                 TOPLADY.  i 

0\Jt                   Divine  Influence,  \ 

1  0  FOR  one  celestial  ray  j 
From  the  shining  seats  of  day  I  i 
Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise  !  j 
Warm  our  hearts,  and  charm  our  eyes.  ) 

2  Distant  from  thy  blest  abode,  ' 
Far  from  glory,  far  from  God,  i 
Now  and  then  we  breathe  a  sigh  • 
Upward  to  our  native  sky.  ; 

3  Melt  our  chains  with  heavenly  fire  '. 
Love,  and  joy,  and  peace  inspire  1  ■ 
Make  us  feel  thy  grace  within  ;  ] 
Thou  canst  break  the  power  of  sin.  j 

4  Give,  0  give  us  wings  to  rise  1 
In  afiection  to  the  skies  I  1 
Liberty  and  joy  divine,  ' 
Sun  of  Righteousness,  are  thine.  i 

1  K 1                 ,  8's  &  7's.         Eng.  Bap.  Col.  , 

1  0 1  •                Heavenly  Dew,  ■ 

1  AS  the  dew,  from  heaven  distilling,  :| 

Gently  on  the  grass  descends,  j 

"With  its  genial  power  fulfilling  1 

What  thy  goodness,  Lord,  intends:  ! 

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SOCIAL   WORSHIP. 

So  may  truth,  divine  and  gracious, 
FioAYing  from  its  fount  above, 

Blest  by  thee,  prove  efficacious 
To  perform  thy  work  of  love. 

2  Lord,  behold  this  congregation  ; 

On  thy  faithful  name  we  call ; 
From  thy  holy  habitation, 

Let  the  dew  of  mercy  fall ; 
Let  our  cry  come  up  before  thee, 

Sweetest  influence  shed  around ; 
So  thy  people  shall  adore  thee, 

And  confess  the  joyful  sound. 

1  jrro  ^'  ^^'  Watts. 

I  Oaj*  Dellcjht  in  Worship, 

1  LORD  of  the  worlds  above. 

How  pleasant  and  how  fair 
The  dwellings  of  thy  love, 

Thine  earthly  teniples  are ; 
To  thine  abode         I  With  warm  desires, 
My  heart  aspires,     |  To  see  my  God. 

2  0  happy  souls,  who  pray, 

Where  God  appoints  to  hear ; 
0  happy  men,  who  pay 

Their  constant  service  there ! 
They  praise  thee  still !  I  Who  love  the  way 
And  happy  they,  |  To  Zion's  hill. 

3  They  go  from  strengtli  to  strength, 

Through  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 
Till  each  arrives  at  length. 
Till  each  in  heaven  appears ; 
0  glorious  seat,  I  Shall  thither  bring, 

When  God  our  king    |  Our  willing  feet. 
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MORNING   PRAYER  MEETINGS. 

I  KQ  C.  M.  Watts. 

iVOt  The  Upper  Sanctuary. 

1  I  LOVE  to  see  the  Lord  below ; 

His  church  displays  his  grace ; 
But  upper  worlds  his  glory  know, 
And  view  him  face  to  face. 

2  I  love  to  worship  at  his  feet, 

Though  sin  annoy  me  there ; 
But  saints,  exalted  near  his  seat, 
Have  no  assaults  to  fear. 

3  I  love  to  meet  him  in  his  court, 

And  taste  his  heavenly  love  ; 
But  still  his  visits  seem  too  short. 
Or  I  too  soon  remove. 

4  He  shines,  and  I  am  all  delight ; 

He  hides,  and  all  is  pain  : 
When  will  he  fix  me  in  his  sight,  < 

And  ne'er  depart  again  ? 

5  0  Lord,  I  love  thy  service  now ;  ; 

Thy  church  displays  tliy  power ;   ^  \ 

But  soon  in  heaven  I  hope  to  bow  j 

And  praise  thee  evermore.  : 

n.—MORNING  PRAYER  MEETINGS. 

M7's.  Rev.  MELODiEa 

•         The  Sunrise  Prayer  Meeting. 

1  HASTE,  the  day  dawns,  haste  away,  \ 
Join  the  band  that  loves  to  pray ;  \ 
Sweet  it  is,  and  blest  employ,  | 
Full  of  comfort,  rich  in  joy.  I 

2  Haste,  before  the  sun's  full  ray 
Bids  the  twilight  flee  away ; 

Haste,  and  seek  the  Saviour's  face,  \ 

Share  his  lo  ve,  and  feel  his  grace.  \ 

93  I 

I 


SOCIAL   WORSHIP. 

3  0  my  soul,  'tis  good  to  be 
In  such  blissful  company  ; 
Wouldst  thou  flee  from  every  snare  ? 
Hide  thee  in  the  house  of  prayer. 

4  0,  then  rise,  and  haste  away, 
And  with  prayer  begin  the  day ; 
Let  it  float  in  every  breath, 
Sweet  in  life,  the  calm  of  death. 

5  Soon  the  voice  of  prayer  shall  die, 
In  the  rapturous  song  on  high ; 
We  shall  shout  on  Canaan's  shore, 
Hallelujah,  evermore. 

1^  P^  7's  &  6's.     Eev.  Melodies. 

1  0  D  t  The  Call  to  Prayer, 

1  UP !  shake  off  the  bands  of  sleep- 

Nature  is  awaking ; 
Up !  and  to  the  place  of  prayer,  . 
For  the  day  is  breaking. 

2  Worldly  men  are  up  betimes, 

Every  effort  making ; 
Come,  then,  to  the  place  of  prayer, 
While  the  day  is  breaking. 

3  Jesus,  long  before  the  light. 

Waits  for  your  awaking ; 
Haste,  then,  to  the  place  of  prayer 
For  the  day  is  breaking. 

4  Hear  ye  not  the  still  small  voice, 

Satan's  empire  shaking  ? 
In  the  place  of  prayer  'tis  heard— 
There,  the  day  is  breaking. 
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MORNING   PRAYER  MEETINGS.  | 

I  ^  /^                       S.  M.             Sac.  Lyrics.  || 

10D»                  CJirisVs  Example,  ij 

1  HOW  sweet  the  melting  lay  fi 

Which  breaks  upon  the  ear,  ^| 

When  at  the  hour  of  rising  day,  ^ 

Christians  unite  in  prayer.  1 

2  The  breezes  waft  their  cries  J 

Up  to  Jehovah^  s  throne  ; 
He  listens  to  their  heaving  sighs, 
And  sends  his  blessings  down. 

3  So  Jesus  rose  to  pray 
Before  the  morning  light; 

Or  on  the  chilling  mount  did  stay, 
And  wrestle  all  the  night. 
i  Glory  to  God  on  high. 

Who  sends  his  blessings  down 
To  rescue  souls  condemned  to  die,    - 
And  make  his  people  one. 


I5T 


C.   M.  Watts. 

"  Early  will  Iseeh  Thee.'' 
EARLY,  my  God,  without  delay, 

I  haste  to  seek  thy  face  ; 
My  thirsty  spirit  faints  away, 
Without  thy  cheering  grace. 

So  pilgrims  on  the  scorching  sand, 

Beneath  a  burning  sky, 
Long  for  a  cooling  stream  at  hand, 

And  they  must  drink,  or  die. 
IVe  seen  thy  glory  and  thy  power 

Through  all  thy  temple  shine ; 
My  God,  repeat  that  heavenly  hour, 

That  vision  so  divine  I 
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SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

4  Thus  till  my  last  expiring  day, 

ril  bless  my  God  and  King  ; 
Thus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 
And  tune  my  lips  to  sing. 

-j  KQ  C.  M.  Watts. 

i  OOs  Tlie  Morniiig  Worsliipper, 

1  LORD,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear 

My  voice  ascending  high ; 

To  thee  will  I  direct  my  prayer, 

To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye  ; 

2  Up  to  the  hills  where  Christ  is  gone 

To  plead  for  all  his  saints, 
Presenting  at  his  Father^s  throne 
Our  songs  and  our  complaints. 

5  Thou  art  a  God  before  whose  sight 

The  wicked  shall  not  stand  ; 

Sinners  shall  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 

Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 

4  But  to  thy  house  will  I  resort. 

To  taste  thy  mercies  there ; 
I  will  frequent  thine  holy  court, 
And  worship  in  thy  fear. 

5  0,  may  thy  Spirit  guide  my  feet 

In  ways  of  righteousness, 
Make  every  path  of  duty  straight 
And  plain  before  my  face. 

tp-Q  8's,  7's&4.  G.  B.  Ids, 

1  0  y  •  The  Early  Petitioners. 

1  LORD,  we  early  come  to  meet  thee. 
Hear,  0  hear  our  suppliant  cry ; 
For  thy  favor  we  entreat  thee, 
Send  thy  Spirit  from  on  high ; 

Gracious  Saviour ! 
To  our  waiting  souls  draw  nigh. 

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nOLY   SPIRIT  INVOKED. 

2  Let  the  fiame  of  pure  devotion, 

Kindled  from  thy  throne  above, 
Fill  each  heart  with  warm  emotion, 
Fervent  zeal,  and  holy  love ; 

In  thy  mercy, 
All  our  sins  and  fears  remove. 

3  Bring  the  lost,  their  guilt  confessing, 

Thy  salvation  to  embrace ; 
Make  them  know  the  precious  blessing 
Of  the  men  that  seek  thy  face ; 

Then  adoring, 
We  will  praise  thy  sovereign  grace. 

in.— HOLY  SPIRIT  INVOKED. 

1  fif\  H.  M.      Campbkll*s  Coi» 

1  DU.  The  Promised  Spint. 

1  0  THOU  that  hearest  prayer, 

Attend  our  humble  cry ; 
And  let  thy  servants  share 

Thy  blessing  from  on  high : 
AYe  plead  the  promise  of  thy  word ; 
Grant  us  thy  Holy  Spirit,  Lord, 

2  If  earthly  parents  hear 

Their  children  when  they  cry ; 
If  they,  with  love  sincere, 

Their  varied  wants  supply : 
Much  more  wilt  thou  thy  love  display. 
And  answer  when  thy  children  pray. 

3  Our  heavenly  Father,  thou  ; 

We,  children  of  thy  grace ; 
0  let  thy  Spirit  now 

Descend  and  fill  the  place : 
So  shall  we  feel  the  heavenly  flame, 
And  all  unite  to  praise  thy  name. 
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SOCIAL  WOKSHIP. 

■J  /^  1  C.  M.  Watts. 

1  U  1  •  Tlie  Quiclcening  Spirit. 

1  COME,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quickening  powers, 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look,  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  these  trifling  toys  I 
Our  souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go. 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs, 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise  ; 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Dear  Lord,  and  shall  we  ever  livo 

At  this  poor  dying  rate  ? 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee. 
And  thine  to  us  so  great  ? 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quickening  powers : 
Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour^s  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 


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/  S.  Batiihukst. 

•  The  Teaching  Spirit. 

HOLY  Spirit,  from  on  high, 
Bend  o'er  us  a  pitying  eye  ; 
Now  refresh  the  drooping  heart ; 
Bid  the  power  of  sin  depart. 

Light  up  every  dark  recess 
Of  our  heart's  ungodliness ; 
Show  us  every  devious  way 
Where  our  steps  have  gone  astray. 
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HOLY  SPIKIT  INVOKED. 

3  Teach  us,  with  repentant  grief, 
Humbly  to  implore  relief; 
Then  the  Saviour^s  blood  reveal, 
And  our  broken  spirits  heal. 

4  May  we  daily  grow  in  grace, 
And  pursue  the  heavenly  race, 
Trained  in  wisdom,  led  by  love, 
Till  we  reach  our  rest  above. 

^   1  /jQ  S.  M.  Beddomb. 

•".  1D0«  The  Svhduing  Spirit 

1  COME,  Holy  Spirit,  come. 
With  energy  diA-ine, 

And  on  this  poor,  benighted  soul 
With  beams  of  mercy  shine. 

2  Melt,  melt  this  frozen  heart ; 
This  stubborn  will  subdue ; 

Each  evil  passion  overcome ; 
And  form  me  all  anew. 

S  Mine  will  the  profit  be, 

But  thine  shall  be  the  praise ; 
And  unto  thee  will  I  devote 
The  remnant  of  my  days. 

-t  n/[  CM.  Pratt's  Col. 

Jl  D  Xi  The  Reviving  Spirit 

1  ETERNAL  Spirit,  God  of  truth, 
Our  contrite  hearts  inspire ; 

Kevive  the  flame  of  heavenly  love, 
And  feed  the  pure  desire. 

2  'Tis  thine  to  soothe  the  sorrowing  mind, 
With  guilt  and  fear  oppressed; 

'Tis  thine  to  bid  the  dying  live. 
And  give  the  weary  rest. 
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1 


SOCIAL  WORSinP. 

3  Subdue  the  power  of  every  sin, 

Whatever  that  sin  may  be, 
That  we,  with  humble,  holy  heart, 
May  worship  only  thee. 

4  Then  with  our  spirits  witness  bear 

That  we  are  sons  of  God, 
Redeemed  from  sin,  from  death,  and  hell, 
Through  Chrisf  s  atoning  blood. 

Q^  L.  M.  Brown. 

DO*  The  Raiding  Spirit, 

1  COME,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  light  and  comfort  from  above  ; 
Be  thou  our  guardian,  thou  our  guide ; 
O^er  every  thought  and  step  preside. 

2  To  us  the  light  of  truth  display, 

And  make  us  know  and  choose  thy  way ; 
Plant  holy  fear  in  every  heart. 
That  we  from  God  may  ne^er  depart. 

3  Lead  us  to  holiness — the  road 

Which  we  must  take  to  dwell  with  God ; 
Lead  us  to  Christ — the  living  way ; 
Nor  let  us  from  his  pastures  stray. 

4  Lead  us  to  God, — our  final  rest, — 
To  be  with  him  for  ever  blest ; 

Lead  us  to  heaven,  its  bliss  to  share — 
Fulness  of  joy  for  ever  there. 

1  na  S.   M.  Montgomery 

lOU.  The  Upholding  Spirit. 

1  'TIS  God  the  Spirit  leads. 
In  paths  before  unknown ; 
The  work  to  be  performed  is  ours, 
The  strength  is  all  his  own.  , 

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HOLY  SPIRIT  INVOKED. 

2  Supported  by  his  grace, 
We  still  pursue  our  way ; 
And  hope  at  last  to  reach  the  prize, 
Secure  in  endless  day. 

8  'Tis  he  that  works  to  will ; 
'Tis  he  that  works  to  do; 
His  is  the  power  by  which  we  act, 
His  be  the  glory  too. 

I  ^^  S.  M.  Hakt. 

xX)  %  •  TJie  Sanctifying  Spirit, 

1  COME,  Holy^  Spirit,  come,^ 

Let  thy  bright  beams  arise ; 
Dispel  the  sorrow  from  our  minds. 
The  darkness  from  our  eyes. 

2  Revive  our  drooping  faith, 

Our  doubts  and  fears  remove ; 
And  kindle  in  our  breasts  the  flame 
Of  never-dying  love. 

3  *Tis  thine  to  cleanse  the  heart, 

To  sanctify  the  soul. 
To  pour  fresh  life  in  every  part, 
And  new-create  the  whole. 

4  Dwell,  Spirit,  in  our  hearts ; 

Our  minds  from  bondage  free  ; 
Then  shall  we  know,  and  praise,  and  love, 
The  Father,  Son,  and  thee. 

I^Q  C.  M.  Watts. 

A  UO»  The  Indwelling  Spirit. 

1  WHY  should  the  children  of  a  King 
Go  mourning  all  their  days  ? 
Great  Comforter,  descend,  and  bring 
Some  tokens  of  thy  gi-ace. 

101  9* 


SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

2  Dost  thou  not  dwell  in  all  thy  saints, 

And  seal  them  heirs  of  heaven  ? 
When  wilt  thou  banish  my  complaints, 
And  show  my  sins  forgiven  ? 

3  Assure  my  conscience  of  her  part 

In  my  Redeemer's  blood, 
And  bear  thy  witness,  with  my  heart, 
That  I  am  born  of  God. 

4  Thou  art  the  earnest  of  his  love. 

The  pledge  of  joys  to  come; 
And  thy  soft  wings,  celestial  Dove, 
Will  safely  beai:  me  home. 


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H.  M.  TOPLADY. 

The  Witnessing  Spirit, 

1  EAUNEST  of  future  bliss, ^ 

Thee,  Holy  Ghost,  we  hail ; 
Fountain  of  holiness, 

Whose  comforts  never  fail, 
The  cleansing  gift  on  saints  bestowed, 
The  witness  of  their  peace  with  God. 

2  With  our  perverseness  here. 

How  often  hast  thou  strove. 
And  spared  us  year  by  year. 

With  never  ceasing  love ; 
0,  set  from  sin  our  spirits  free, 
And  make  us  more  and  more  like  thee. 

3  Great  Comforter,  descend 

In  gentle  breathings  down. 
Preserve  us  to  the  end. 

That  no  man  take  our  crown ; 
Our  guardian  still  vouchsafe  to  be, 
Nor  suffer  us  to  go  from  thee. 
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170. 


PRAYER, 

7's.  Stocker. 

The  Sealing  Spirit. 

1  GRACIOUS  Spirit— Love  divine  I 
Ijit  thy  light  within  me  shine ; 
Let  my  guilty  fears  remove ; 

Fill  me  with  thy  heavenly  love. 

2  Speak  thy  pardoning  word  to  me  ; 
Set  the  burdened  sinner  free ; 
Lead  me  to  the  Lamb  of  God ; 
Wash  me  in  his  precious  blood. 

3  Life  and  peace  to  me  impart ; 
Seal  salvation  on  my  heart ; 
Breathe  thyself  into  my  breast, 
Earnest  of  immortal  rest. 

IV.— PRAYER. 

mH.  M.  Anon. 

•  Divine  Aid  in  Prayer, 

1  0  THOU  that  hearest  prayer, 

And  teachest  how  to  pray, 
Our  grovelling  hearts  prepare 

To  wing  their  heavenward  way ; 
High  as  thy  mercy-seat  to  rise, 
And  there  pour  out  their  earnest  cries. 

2  Too  oft,  when  faith  is  weak, 

We  fear  our  prayers  are  vain ; 
The  blessings  which  we  seek, 

We  scarcely  hope  to  gain ; 
Our  wants  appear  to  mount  too  high  ; 
Our  hopes,  overborne  with  sorrow,  die. 

3  Lord,  give  us  faith  and  light, 

Humility  and  love. 
And  from  our  feeble  sight, 
The  darkening  film  remove ; 
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SOOIAL   WORSHIP. 

Kindle  devotion's  languid  flame, 
And  bid  us  come  in  Jesus'  name. 

^nCi   '  CM.  Sac.  Poetry. 

1  I  aJ  9  Sincerity  in  Prayer, 

1  LORD,  when  we  bow  before  thy  throne, 

And  our  confessions  pour, 
0,  may  we  feel  the  sins  we  own, 
And  hate  what  we  deplore. 

2  Our  contrite  spirits,  pitying,  see ; 

True  penitence  impart ; 
And  let  a  healing  ray  from  thee, 
Beam  hope  on  every  heart. 

3  When  we  disclose  our  wants  in  prayer, 

0,  let  our  wills  resign, 
And  not  a  thought  our  bosom  share 
Which  is  not  wholly  thine. 

4  Let  faith  each  meek  petition  fill, 

And  waft  it  to  the  skies, 
And  teach  our  hearts  'tis  goodness,  still. 
That  grants  it,  or  denies. 

1  rY^i  ^^^'  Newton. 

1  I  0»  ^Encouragement  to  Prayer, 

1  COME,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare, 
Jesus  loves  to  answer  prayer  ; 

He  himself  has  bid  thee  pray. 
Rise  and  ask  without  delay. 

2  Thou  art  coming  to  a  King, 
Large  petitions  with  thee  bring ; 
For  his  grace  and  power  are  such, 
None  can  ever  ask  too  much, 

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PRAYER. 

3  With  my  burden  I  begin  ; 
Lord,  remove  this  load  of  sin ! 
Let  thy  blood  for  sinners  spilt, 
Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt ! 

4  Lord,  I  come  to  thee  for  rest ; 
Take  possession  of  my  breast ; 

There,  thy  blood-bought  right  maintain, 
-    And,  without  a  rival,  reign. 

mL.    M.  COWTEIL 

•  Exhortation  to  Prayer, 

1  WHAT  various  hindrances  we  meet. 
In  coming  to  a  mercy  seat ; 

Yet  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayer, 
But  wishes  to  be  often  ,there. 

2  Prayer  makes  the  darkened  cloud  withdraw. 
Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw, 
Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love, 

Brings  every  blessing  from  above. 

5  Restraining  prayer,  we  cease  to  fight ; 
Prayer  makes  the  Christianas  armor  bright; 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  sees 

The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 

4  Have  you  no  words  ?  Ah  !  think  again, 
Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain. 
And  fill  your  fellow-creature's  ear. 
With  the  sad  tale  of  all  your  care. 

5  Were  half  the  breath  thus  vainly  spent. 
To  heaven  in  supplication  sent, 

Your  cheerful  song  would  oftener  be,  • 
**  Hear  what  the  Lord  has  done  for  me.'' 
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if 

SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

Iryf^  C.  M.  Beddome. 

I  0  •  Prayer  Divinely  Inspired, 

1  PRAYER  is  the  breath  of  God  in  man 
Returning  whence  it  came ; 

Love  is  the  sacred  fire  within. 
And  prayer  the  rising  flame. 

2  It  gives  the  burdened  spirit  ease, 
And  soothes  the  troubled  breast ; 

Yields  comfort  to  the  mourners  here, 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 

3  When  God  inclines  the  heart  to  pray. 
He  hath  an  ear  to  hear  ; 

To  him  there's  music  in  a  groan, 
And  beauty  in  a  tear. 

4  The  humble  suppliant  cannot  fail 
To  have  his  wants  supplied, 

Since  he  for  sinners  intercedes, 
Who  once  for  sinners  died. 

-[r^n  L.  M.  Hart. 

1  I  D»  Prayer  Efficacious, 

1  PRAYER  is  appointed  to  convey 
The  blessings  God  designs  to  give ; 

Long  as  they  live  should  Christian's  pray, 
For  only  while  they  pray  they  live. 

2  The  Christian's  heart  his  prayer  indites; 
He  speaks  as  prompted  from  within ; 

The  Spirit  his  petition  writes, 

And  Christ  receives,  and  gives  it  in. 

3  If  pain  afflict,  or  wrongs  oppress, 
If  cares  distract,  or  fears  dismay, 

If  guilt  deject,  if  sin  distress, 
The  sweetest  solace  is — to  pray. 
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PRAYER. 

4  Depend  on  Christ,  you  cannot  fail; 

Make  all  your  wants  and  wishes  known  ; 
Fear  not, — his  merits  must  prevail — 
Ask  what  ye  will,  it  shall  be  done. 

m7's.  Newton. 

•  Prayer  will  he  Answered. 

1  PRAYER  an  answer  Avill  obtain, 

Though  the  Lord  awhile  delay ; 
None  shall  seek  his  face  in  vain, 
None  be  empty  sent  away. 

2  When  the  woman  came  from  Tyre, 

And  for  help  to  Jesus  sought ; 
Though  he  granted  her  desire. 
Yet  at  first  he  answered  not. 

3  From  his  words  she  draws  a  plea ; 

"  Though  unworthy  children's  bread, 
'Tis  enough  for  one  like  me, 
If  with  crumbs  I  may  be  fed.'' 

4  Jesus  then  his  heart  revealed — 

**  Woman,  canst  thou  thus  believe  ? 
I  to  thy  petition  3^ield, 

All  that  thou  canst  wish,  receive.^' 

5  'Tis  a  pattern  set  for  us. 

How  we  ought  to  wait  and  pray ; 
None  who  plead  and  wrestle  thus, 
Shall  be  empty  sent  away. 

1  r/Q  -L*'  ^'^'  Newton 

1  fl  O  •  Prayer  answered  by  Crosses, 

1  I  ASKED  the  Lord,  that  I  might  grow 
In  faith,  and  love,  and  every  grace  ; 
Might  more  of  his  salvation  know, 
And  seek  more  earnestly  his  face, 
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SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

2  I  hoped  th?«t  in  some  favored  hour, 

At  once  he'd  answer  my  request ; 

And  by  his  love's  constraining  power, 

Subdue  my  sins  and  give  me  rest. 

3  Instead  of  this,  he  made  me  feel 

The  hidden  evils  of  my  heart ; 

And  let  the  angry  powers  of  hell 

Assault  my  soul  in  every  part. 

4  "  Lord,  why  is  this  V  I  trembling  cried, 

*'  Wilt  thou  pursue  thy  worm  to  death  ?" 
**  ^Tis  in  this  way,'^  the  Lord  replied, 
*'  I  answer  prayer  for  grace  and  faith. 

5  *'  These  inward  trials  I  employ, 

From  self  and  pride  to  set  thee  free ; 
And  break  thy  schemes  of  earthly  joy. 
That  thou  may'st  seek  thy  all  in  me.'' 

^rff\  CM.  Newton. 

1  i  t/ 1  Pleading  in  Prayer, 

1  APPROACH,  my  soul,  the  mercy  seat 

Where  Jesus  answei'-s  prayer  : 
There  humbly  fall  before  his  feet, 
For  none  can  perish  there. 

2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea, 

With  this  I  venture  nigh ; 
Thou  callest  burdened  souls  to  thee, 
And  such,  0  Lord,  am  I. 

3  Be  thou  my  shield  and  hiding-place ; 

That,  sheltered  near  thy  side, 
I  may  my  fierce  accuser  face. 
And  tell  him,  "Jesus  died.'' 
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1 


PRAYER. 

5  0  wondrous  love  !  to  bleed  and  die, 
To  bear  the  cross  and  shame, 
That  guilty  sinners,  such  as  I, 
Might  plead  his  gracious  name. 


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S.   M.  Newtou. 

Importunity  in  Prayer. 

1  JESUS,  who  knows  full  well 

The  heart  of  every  saint. 

Invites  us  all  our  griefs  to  tell, 

To  pray,  and  never  faint. 

2  He  bows  his  gracious  ear ; 

V/e  never  plead  in  vain ; 
Then  let  us  wait  till  he  appear, 
And  pray,  and  pray  again. 

3  Though  unbelief  suggest, 

"Why  should  we  longer  wait?" 
He  bids  us  never  give  him  rest. 
But  knock  at  mercy's  gate. 

4  Jesus,  the  Lord,  will  hear 

His  chosen  when  they  cry ; 
Yes,  though  he  may  awhile  forbear 
He'll  help  them  from  on  high. 

5  Then  let  us  earnest  cry. 

And  never  faint  in  prayer ; 
He  sees,  he  hears,  and  from  on  high 
Will  make  our  cause  his  care. 


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7^S.  Newton. 

•  Wrestling  in  Prayer. 

LORD,  I  cannot  let  thee  go, 
Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow : 
Do  not  turn  away  thy  face ; 
Mine's  an  urgent,  pressing  case. 
109  10 


SOCIAL   WORSHIP. 

2  Thou  hast  helped  in  every  need  ; 
This  emboldens  me  to  plead ; 
After  so  much  mercy  past, 
Canst  thou  let  me  sink  at  last  ? 

3  No — I  must  maintain  my  hold  ; 
^Tis  thy  goodness  makes  me  bold  ; 
I  can  no  denial  take, 

When  I  plead  for  Jesus'  sake. 

-f  QO  ^-   ^^'  Stowell. 

1  OZ.  The  Mercy-Seat, 

1  FROM  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat ; 

'Tis  found  before  the  mercy-seat. 

2  There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads — • 
A  place  of  all  on  earth  most  sweet ; 
It  is  the  blood-bought  mercy  seat. 

3  There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend, 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend ; 
Though  sundered  far,  by  faith  they  meet 
Around  one  common  mercy  seat. 

4  There,  there,  on  eagle  wings  we  soar, 
And  sin  and  sense  molest  no  more  ; 

And  heaven  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet, 
And  glory  crowns  the  mercy-seat. 

-j  QQ  ll's  &  lO's.         Spir.  Songs. 

1  OS»        Invitation  to  the  Mercy-Seat. 
1  GOME,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  languish : 
Come  to  the  mercy  seat,  fervently  kneel ; 
Here  bring  your  wounded  hearts,  here  tell  your  anguish; 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heaven  cannot  heal, 
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PRAYER. 

2  Joy  of  the  desolate,  light  of  the  straying, 

Hope  of  the  penitent,  fadeless  and  pure, 
Here  speaks  the  Comforter,  tenderly  saying, 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heaven  cannot  cure. 

3  Here  see  the  hread  of  life ;  see  waters  flowing 

Forth  from  the  throne  of  God,  pure  from  abore ; 
Come  to  the  feast  of  love ;  come,  ever  knowing 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  but  heaven  can  remove. 


184. 


ll's.  Miss  Lutton, 

Sweet  Prayer* 


1  WHEN  torn  is  the  bosom  by  sorrow  or  care, 

Be  it  ever  so  simple,  there's  nothing  like  prayer, 
It  comforts,  it  softens,  subdues,  yet  sustains, 
Bids  hope  rise  exulting,  and  passion  restrains; 

Prayer,  prayer,  0  sweet  prayer, 

Be  it  ever  so  simple,  there's  nothing  like  prayer. 

2  Wlien  far  from  the  friends  that  are  dearest  we  part, 
What  fond  recollections  still  cling  to  the  heart ; 
Past  scenes  and  tjigoyments  live  painfully  there ; 
And  restless  we  languish,  till  peace  comes  in  prayer ; 

Prayer,  &c. 
J  When  earthly  delusions  would  lead  us  astray 
In  folly's  gay  mazes,  or  sin's  treacherous  way, 
How  strong  the  enchantment,  how  fatal  the  snare  I 
But,  looking  to  Jesus,  we  conquer  by  prayer ; 
Prayer,  &c. 
4  While  strangers  to  prayer,  we  are  strangers  to  bliss, 
The  world  has  no  refuge,  no  solace  like  this ; 
And  till  we  the  seraph's  full  ecstacy  share, 
Our  chalice  of  joy  must  be  guarded  by  prayer ; 
Prayer,  &c. 


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C.   M.  Anok, 

The  Blessedness  of  Prayer, 
NO,  never  shall  my  heart  despond, 

Long  as  my  lips  can  pray ; 
My  latest  breath,  with  effort  fond, 
Shall  pass  in  prayer  away. 
Ill 


SOCIAL   WOR.SHIP. 

2  There  is  a  heavenly  mercy-seat 

To  calm  the  sinner's  fears ; 

There  is  a  Saviour  at  whose  feet 

The  mourner  dries  his  tears. 

3  When  friends  depart,  and  hopes  are  riven, 

And  gathering  storms  I  see, 
My  soul  is  but  the  sooner  driven, 
Eternal  Rock,  to  thee. 

4  0  for  a  voice  of  sv^eeter  sound, 

For  every  wind  to  bear — 
To  teach  the  listening  world  around 
The  blessedness  of  prayer. 

v.— PRAISE  TO  GOD. 

1QQ  S.  M.  Urwick's  Coi*. 

0  0  f  Delight  in  Praise. 

1  HOW  sweet  to  bless  the  Lord, 

And  in  his  praises  join, 
With  saints  his  goodness  to  record, 
And  sing  his  power  divine. 

2  These  seasons  of  delight. 

The  dawn  of  glory  seem, 
Like  rays  of  pure,  celestial  light. 
Which  on  our  spirits  beam. 

3  But,  0,  the  bliss  sublime, 

When  joy  shall  be  complete, 

in  that  unclouded,  glorious  clime 

Where  all  thy  servants  meet ! 

4  Then  shall  the  ransomed  throng, 

The  Saviour's  love  record. 
And  shout,  in  everlasting  song, 
*'  Salvation  to  the  Lord  V 
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PRAISE   TO   GOD. 

-t  Q^  8's.  Montgomery. 

I  O  I  •  0  come^  let  us  sing. 

1  0  COME,  let  us  sing  to  the  Lord, 

In  God  our  salvation  rejoice  ; 
In  psalms  of  thanksgiving  record 

His  praise,  v^ith  one  spirit  and  voice ! 
Jehovah  is  God,  and  he  reigns, 

The  God  of  all  gods,  on  his  throne ; 
The  strength  of  the  hill  he  maintains ; 

The  ends  of  the  earth  are  his  own. 

2  0  come,  let  us  vrorship  and  kneel 

Before  our  Creator,  our  God — 
The  people  who  serve  him  with  zeal, 

The  sheep  who  his  pastures  have  trod ! 
To  him,  let  us  hearken  to-day, — 

The  voice  that  yet  speaks  from  above, 
And  all  his  commandments  obey. 

For  he  that  ordained  them  is  love. 

I QQ  8^s.  &  7's.  Fawcett. 

1  O  O  #  Universal  Praise, 

1  PRAISE  to  God,  the  great  Creator, 

Praise  to  God  from  every  tongue ; 
Join,  my  soul,  with  every  creature, 
Join  the  universal  song. 

2  Father,  source  of  all  compassion  I 

Pure,  unbounded  grace  is  thine: 
Hail  the  God  of  our  salvation, 
Praise  him  for  his  love  divine. 

3  Joyfully  on  earth  adore  him, 

Till  in  heaven  our  song  we  raise ; 
Then  enraptured  fall  before  him. 
Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 
S  113  10* 


SOCIAL   WORSHIP. 

4  Praise  to  God,  the  great  Creator, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ; 
Praise  him,  every  living  creature. 
Earth  and  heaven^ s  united  host. 

I  QQ  L.  M.  Watts. 

1  Ot?t  Praise  to  God. 

1  FROM  all  that  dv^eil  below  the  skies 
Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise. 

Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sung. 
Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue. 

2  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord, 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word  ; 

Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 

.  Q^  S.  M.  Watts. 

LU\J»  Exhortation  to  Praise, 

1  COME,  sound  his  praise  abroad, 

And  hymns  of  glory  sing  : 
Jehovah  is  the  sovereign  God, 
The  universal  King. 

2  Come,  worship  at  his  throne ; 

Come,  bow  before  the  Lord  ; 
We  are  his  work,  and  not  our  own; 
He  formed  us  hj  his  word. 

3  To-day  attend  his  voice, 

Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod  ; 
Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice, 
And  own  your  gracious  God. 

^  Q  -|  C.  M.  Watts 

1  t/  1  •  Eternity  of  God, 

1  GREAT  God,  how  infinite  art  thoul 
What  worthless  worms  are  we  I 
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PRAISE   TO   GOD. 

Let  all  the  race  of  creatures  bow,, 
And  pay  their  praise  to  thee. 

2  Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood, 
^  Ere  seas  or  stars  were  made ; 
p  ^     Thou  art  the  ever-living  God, 

Were  all  the  nations  dead. 

3  Eternity,  with  all  its  years, 

Stands  present  in  thy  view ; 
To  thee  there^s  nothing  old  appears ; 
Great  God  there^s  nothing  new. 

4  Our  lives  through  various  scenes  are  drawn, 

And  vexed  with  trifling  cares, 
While  thine  eternal  thought  moves  on 
Thine  undisturbed  affairs. 

I  QQ  C  M.  Watts. 

ly^O.  God  the  Creator. 

1  ETERNAL  Wisdom,  thee  we  praise ; 

Thee  all  thy  creatures  sing ; 
While  with  thy  name,  rocks,  hills,  and  seas, 
And  heaven's  high  palace,  ring. 

2  Thy  hand,  how  wide  it  spread  the  sky ! 

How  glorious  to  behold ! 
Tinged  with  a  blue  of  heavenly  dye, 
And  decked  with  sparkling  gold. 

3  Almighty  power,  and  equal  skill, 

Shine  through  the  worlds  abroad. 
Our  souls  with  vast  amazement  fill, 
And  speak  the  builder,  God. 

4  But  still,  the  wonders  of  thy  grace 

Our  warmer  passions  move ; 
V        Here  we  behold  our  Saviour's  face, 

And  here  adore  his  love.  > 

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1  QQ  L.  M.  6  L.  MooRB 

lUO*  All  lliings  of  God. 

1  THOU  art,  0  God,  the  life  and  light 

Of  all  this  wondrous  world  we  see ; 
Its  glow  by  day,  its  smile  by  night, 

Are  but  reflections  caught  from  thee ; 
Where'er  we  turn,  thy  glories  shine, 
And  all  things  fair  and  bright  are  thine. 

2  When  day,  with  farewell  beam,  delays 

Among  the  opening  clouds  of  even, 
And  we  can  almost  think  we  gaze, 

Through  golden  vistas,  into  heaven. — 
Those  hues,  that  mark  the  sun's  decline, 
So  soft,  so  radiant,  Lord,  are  thine. 

3  When  night,  with  wings  of  starry  gloom, 

O'ershadows  all  the  earth  and  skies, 
Like  some  dark,  beauteous  bird,  whose  plume 

Is  sparkling  with  unnumbered  eyes, — 
That  sacred  gloom,  those  fires  divine, 
So  grand,  so  countless.  Lord,  are  thine. 

4  When  youthful  spring  around  us  breathes, 

Thy  Spirit  warms  her  fragrant  sigh  ; 
And  every  flower  that  summer  wreathes 

Is  born  beneath  thy  kindling  eye : 
AVhere'er  we  turn,  thy  glories  shine, 
And  all  things  fair  and  bright  are  thine. 

-i  r\/i  CM.        Tate  and  Beady. 

i  t/ X»  Immutability  of  God. 

1  THROUGH  endless  years  thou  art  the  same, 
0  thou  eternal  God ; 
Each  future  age  shall  know  thy  name, 
And  tell  thy  works  abroad. 
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2  The  strong  foundations  of  the  earth 
^  Of  old  by  thee  were  laid ; 

By  thee  the  beauteous  arch  of  heaven 
With  matchless  skill  was  made. 

3  Soon  shall  this  goodly  frame  of  things, 

Created  by  thy  hand, 
,  Be,  like  a  vesture,  laid  aside, 

And  changed  at  thy  command. 

^  But  thy  perfections,  all  divine 
Eternal  as  thy  days, 
Through  everlasting  ages  shine, 
With  undiminished  rays. 

-  /^  K  L.  M.  Blacklock 

1  y  0  •  Majesty  of  Gal 

1  COME,  0  my  soul,  in  sacred  lays 
Attempt  thy  great  Creator^s  praise : 
But,  0,  what  tongue  can  speak  his  fame ; 
What  verse  can  reach  the  lofty  theme  ? 

2  Enthroned  amid  the  radiant  spheres. 
He  glory,  like  a  garment,  wears ; 
To  form  a  robe  of  light  divine. 

Ten  thousand  suns  around  him  shine. 

3  In  all  our  Maker's  grand  designs. 
Almighty  power,  with  wisdom,  shines ; 
His  works,  through  all  this  wondrous  frame, 
Declare  the  glory  of  his  name.  . 

4  Raised  on  devotion's  lofty  wing. 
Do  thou,  my  soul,  his  glories  sing ; 
And  let  his  praise  employ  thy  tongue 
Till  listening  worlds  shall  join  the  song. 

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•       SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

I  no  H.  M.  Watt*. 

1  OD*  Government  of  God, 

1  THE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns ; 

His  throne  is  built  on  high ; 
The  garments  he  assumes 

Are  light  and  majesty ; 
His  glories  shine  I    No  mortal  eje 

With  beams  so  bright,    j    Can  bear  the  sight, 

2  The  thunders  of  his  hand 

Keep  all  the  world  in  awe ; 
His  wrath  and  justice  stand 
To  guajrd  his  holy  law  ; 
And  where  his  love         i    His  truth  confirms 
Resolves  to  bless,  |    And  seals  the  grace. 

3  Through  all  his  ancient  works 

Surprising  wisdom  shines, 
Confounds  the  powers  of  hell, 

And  breaks  their  fell  designs  : 
Strong  is*his  arm,  I    His  great  decrees, 

And  shall  fulfil,  |    His  sovereign  will. 

4  And  can  this  mighty  King 

Of  glory  condescend  ? 
And  will  he  write  his  name 

My  Father  and  my  Friend  ? 
I  love  his  name ;  I    Join,  all  my  powers 

I  love  his  word ;  |    And  praise  the  Lord 

^  Q^  C.  M.  H.  K.  White. 

Lv  I  •  Power  of  God. 

1  THE  Lord  our  God  is  clothed  with  might ; 
The  winds  obey  his  will ; 
He  speaks,  and  in  the  heavenly  height 
The  roUins;  sun  stands  still. 
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PRAISE   TO   GOD. 

2  Rebel,  ye  waves,  and  o'er  the  land. 

With  threatening  aspect  roar  ; 

The  Lord  uplifts  his  awful  hand, 

And  chains  you  to  the  shore. 

3  His  voice  sublime  is  heard  afar  ; 

In  distant  peals  it  dies ; 
He  binds  the  whirlwinds  to  his  car, 
And  sweeps  the  howling  skies. 

4  Ye  nations,  bend ;  in  reverence  bend ; 

Ye  monarchs,  wait  his  nod. 
And  bid  the  choral  song  ascend 
To  celebrate  our  God. 


198. 


C.   M.  Watts 

Sovereignty  of  God, 

1  KEEP  silence,  all  created  things, 

And  wait  your  Maker's  nod  ; 
My  soul  stands  trembling  while  she  sings 
The  honors  of  her  God. 

2  Life,  death,  and  hell,  and  worlds  unknown^ 

Hang  on  his  firm  decree  ; 
He  sits  on  no  precarious  throne, 
Nor  borrows  leave  to  be. 

3  Before  his  throne  a  volume  lies, 

With  all  the  fates  of  men ; 

With  every  angel's  form  and  six 

Drawn  by  th'  eternal  pen. 

4  His  providence  unfolds  the  book, 

And  makes  his  counsels  shine  ; 
Each  opening  leaf,  and  every  stroke, 
Fulfils  some  deep  design. 


SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

5  My  God,  I  would  not  long  to  see 

My  fate,  with  curious  eyes^r- 
What  gloomy  lines  are  writ  for  me, 
Or  what  bright  scenes  may  rise. 

6  In  thy  fair  book  of  life  and  grace, 

0,  may  I  find  my  name, 
Recorded  in  some  humble  place, 
Beneath  my  Lord,  the  Lamb. 

j  QQ  C.  M.  Watts. 

luvt  God  Omnipresent. 

1  IN  all  my  vast  concerns  with  thee. 

In  vain  my  soul  would  try 
To  shun  thy  presence,  Lord,  or  flee 
The  notice  of  thine  eye. 

2  Thine  all-surrounding  sight  surveys 

My  rising  and  my  rest ; 
My  public  walks,  my  private  ways. 
And  secrets  of  my  breast. 

3  0  wondrous  knowledge,  deep  and  high  I 

Where  can  a  creature  hide  ? 
Within  thy  circling  arms  I  lie. 
Enclosed  on  every  side. 

4  So  let  thy  grace  surround  me  still 

And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 
To  guard  my  soul  from  every  ill. 
Secured  by  sovereign  love. 

^r.r.  L.   M.  Watts. 

/OUUt  God  Omniscient* 

1   LORD,  thou  hast  searched  and  seen  me  through  ; 

Thine  eye  commands,  Avith  piercing  view. 

My  rising  and  my  resting  hours, 

My  heart  and  flesh,  with  all  their  powers, 

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PRAISE   TO   GOD. 

2  My  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own. 
Are  to  my  God  distinctly  known  ; 

He  knows  tlie  words  I  mean  to  speak, 
Ere  from  my  opening  lips  they  break. 

3  Within  thy  circling  power  I  stand, 
On  every  side  I  lind  thy  hand  ; 

,  Awake,  asleep,  at  home,  abroad, 

I  am  surrounded  still  with  God. 
I 

4  0  may  these  thoughts  possess  my  breast, 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  rest ; 

Nor  let  my  weaker  passions  dare 
Consent  to  sin,  for  God  is  there. 


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CM.       .  COWPEB. 

Providence  of  God, 

1  GOD  moves  in  a  mysterious  way, 

His  wonders  to  perform ; 
He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea 
And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never-failing  skill. 
He  treasures  up  his  bright  designs, 
And  works  his  sovereign  will. 

3  Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take ; 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
In  blessings  on  your  head. 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense. 

But  trust  him  for  his  grace ; 
Behind  a  frowning  Providence 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

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SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 
Ijlj  Unfolding  every  hour  ; 

ll  The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 
i  But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 

m  6  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 

p]  And  scan  his  work  in  vain ; 

God  is  his  own  interpreter, 
And  he  will  make  it  plain. 


202. 


L.  M.  Beddome. 

Providence  Wise. 

1  WAIT,  0  my  soul,  thy  Maker's  will ; 
Tumultuous  passions,  all  be  still ! 
Nor  let  a  murmuring  thought  arise  ; 
His  ways  are  just,  his  counsels  wise. 

2  He  in  the  thickest  darkness  dwells, 
Performs  his  work,  the  cause  conceals ; 
But,  though  his  methods  are  unknown, 
Judgment  and  truth  support  his  throne. 

3  In  heaven,  and  earth,  and  air,  and  seas, 
He  executes  his  firm  decrees ; 

And  by  his  saints  it  stands  confessed, 
That  what  he  does  is  ever  best. 

4  Wait  then,  my  soul,  submissive  wait, 
Prostrate  before  his  awful  seat ; 
And,  'midst  the  terrors  of  his  rod. 
Trust  in  a  wise  and  gracious  God. 

S.  M.  WAxm 

Providence  Gracious* 
1  TO  God,  the  only  wise, 

Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 
Let  all  the  saints  below  the  skies, 
Their  humble  praises  bring. 
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p 


i 


PRAISE   TO   GOD. 

2  'Tis  his  almighty  love, 

His  counsel  and  his  care, 
Preserves  us  safe  from  sin  and  death, 
And  every  hurtful  snare. 

3  He  will  present  our  souls 

Unblemished  and  complete, 
Before  the  glory  of  his  face, 
With  joys  divinely  great. 

4  Then  all  the  chosen  seed 

Shall  meet  around  the  throne ; 

Shall  bless  the  conduct  of  his  grace, 

And  make  his  wonders  known* 


204. 


C.  M.  Needitam. 

Holiness  of  God. 

1  HOLY  and  reverend  is  the  name 

Of  our  eternal  King  ; 
Thrice  holy  Lord !  the  angels  cry ; 
Thrice  holy !  let  us  sing. 

2  The  deepest  reverence  of  the  mind, 

Pay,  0  my  soul,  to  God  ; 
Lift  with  thy  hands  a  holy  heart, 
To  his  sublime  abode. 

3  With  sacred  awe  pronounce  his  name 

Whom  words  nor  thoughts  can  reach ; 
A  broken  heart  shall  please  him  more 
Than  the  best  forms  of  speech. 

4  Thou,  holy  God !  preserve  my  soul 

From  all  pollution  free ; 
The  pure  in  heart  are  thy  delight. 
And  they  thy  face  shall  see. 
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SOCIAL   WORSHIP. 

QrvK  C.  M-  Steele. 

^  U  0  •  Goodness  of  God. 

1  YE  humble  souls,  approach  your  God 

With  songs  of  sacred  praise  ; 
For  he  is  good,  supremely  good, 
And  kind  are  all  his  ways. 

2  All  nature  owns  his  guardian  care ; 

In  him  we  live  and  move ; 
But  nobler  benefits  declare 
The  wonders  of  his  love. 

3  He  gave  his  Son,  his  only  Son, 

To  save  our  souls  from  sin  ; 
'Tis  here  he  makes  his  goodness  known, 
And  proves  it  all  divine. 

3  To  this  sure  refuge,  Lord,  we  come, 
And  here  our  hope  relies ; 
A  safe  defence,  a  peaceful  home, 
When  storms  of  trouble  rise. 

f%r\n  CM.  G.  BtJRDER. 

/Ut).  ■  Love  of  God, 

1  COME,  let  us  join  to  praise  the  Lord, 

And  raise  our  thoughts  above ; 
Let  every  heart  and  voice  accord, 
To  sing  that — God  is  love. 

2  -This  precious  truth  his  word  declares. 

And  all  his  mercies  prove ; 
While  Christ,  th'  atoning  Lamb,  appears, 
To  show  that — God  is  love. 

3  Behold  his  loving-kindness  waits 

For  those  who  from  him  rove, 
And  calls  of  mercy  reach  their  hearts, 
To  teach  them — God  is  love. 
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0,  may  we  all,  while  here  below, 
This  best  of  blessings  prove  ; 

Till  warmer  hearts,  in  brighter  worlds, 
Shall  shout  that — God  is  love. 


207. 


S.   M.  Watts 

Mercy  of  God. 

1  MY  soul,  repeat  his  praise, 

Whose  mercies  are  so  great. 
Whose  anger  is  so  slow  to  rise, 
So  ready  to  abate. 

2  His  power  subdues  our  sins, 

And  his  forgiving  love. 
Far  as  the  east  is  from  the  west, 

Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 
8  High  as  the  heavens  are  raised 

Above  the  ground  we  tread, 
So  far  the  riches  of  his  grace 

Our  highest  thoughts  exceed. 


208. 


L.   M.  Davies. 

The  Pardoning  God. 
GREAT  God  of  wonders  !  all  thy  ways 

Are  matchless,  godlike,  and  divine ; 
But  the  fair  glories  of  thy  grace. 

More  godlike  and  unrivalled  shine  ; 
Who  is  a  pardoning  God  like  thee  ? 
Or  who  has  grace  so  rich  and  free  ? 
In  wonder  lost,  with  trembling  joy. 

We  take  the  pardon  of  our  God, 
Pardon  for  sins  of  deepest  dye  : 

A  pardon  sealed  with  Jesus'  blood ; 
Who  is  a  pardoning  God  like  thee? 
Or  who  has  grace  so  rich  and  free  ? 

r.5  11* 


SOCIAL   WORSHIP. 

3  0  may  this  strange,  this  boundless  grace, 
This  miracle  of  sovereign  love, 

Fill  the  v^ide  earth  with  grateful  praise, 
And  all  the  angelic  choirs  above : 

Who  is  a  pardoning  God  like  thee  ? 

Or  who  has  grace  so  rich  and  free  ? 


209. 


8's  &  7's.  Epis.  Col. 

Praise  for  Redemption, 

1  PRAISE,  my  soul,  the  God  that  sought  thee, 

Wretched  wanderer,  far  astray ; 
Found  thee  lost,  and  kindly  brought  thee, 
From  the  paths  of  death  away : 

2  Praise,  with  love's  devoutest  feeling, 

Him  who  saw  thy  guilt-born  fear. 
And,  the  light  of  hope  revealing, 
Bade  the  blood-stained  cross  appear. 

3  Lord,  this  bosom's  ardent  feeling, 

Vainly  would  my  lips  express  : 
Low  before  thy  footstool  kneeling. 
Deign  thy  suppliant's  prayer  to  bless. 

4  Let  thy  grace,  my  soul's  chief  treasure. 

Love's  pure  flame  within  me  raise  ! 

And,  since  words  can  never  measure, 

Let  my  life  show  forth  thy  praise ! 


210 


S.   M.  Doddridge. 

Redemption  by  Grace, 

GRACE  !  'tis  a  charming  sound  ; 

Harmonious  to  the  ear  ; 
Heaven  with  the  echo  shall  resound. 

And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 
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PRAISE  TO   GOD. 

2  Grace  first  contrived  the  way 

To  save  rebellious  man  ; 
And  all  the  steps  that  grace  display, 
Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 

3  Grace  led  my  roving  feet 

To  tread  the  heavenly  road  ; 
And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet, 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

4  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 

Through  everlasting  days ; 
It  lays  in  heaven  the  topmost  stone. 
And  well  deserves  the  priaise. 


211. 


I 


H.  M.  Watts 

The  Trinity  in  Redemption, 

1  WE  give  immortal  praise 

To  God  the  Father's  love. 
For  all  our  comforts  here, 

And  better  hopes  above ; 
He  sent  his  own  eternal  Son 
To  die  for  sins  that  we  had  done. 

2  To  God  the  Son  belongs 

Immortal  glory  too, 
Who  saved  us  by  his  blood 

From  everlasting  wo  ; 
And  now  he  lives,  and  now  he  reigns. 
And  sees  the  fruit  of  all  his  pains. 

3  To  God  the  Holy  Ghost  ^ 

Immortal  praise  we  give  ; 
Whose  new-creating  power 

Makes  the  dead  sinner  live ; 
His  work  completes  the  great  design. 
And  fills  the  soul  with  joy  divine. 
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SOCIAL   WORSHIP. 

4  Almighty  God,  to  thee 

Be  endless  honors  done ; 
The  undivided  Three, 

And  the  mysterious  One : 
"Where  reason  fails,  with  all  her  powers, 
There  faith  prevails,  and  love  adores. 

7^S.  C.  Wesley. 

Praise  to  the  Trinity, 
HOLY,  holy,  holy  Lord, 
God,  the  Father  and  the  Word, 
God  the  Comforter,  receive 
Blessing  more  than  we  can  give. 
Joining  those  beyond  the  sky. 
Who  adore  the  Lord  most  high, 
We  our  hearts  and  voices  raise, 
Echoing  thine  eternal  praise. 
Happy  they  who  never  rest, 
With  thy  heavenly  presence  blest ; 
They  the  heights  of  glory  see, 
Sound  the  depths  of  Deity. 
Fain  with  them  our  souls  would  vie ; 
Sink  as  low,  and  mount  as  high ; 
Fall,  overwhelmed  with  love,  or  soar  ; 
Shout,  or  silently  adore. 

C.   M.  Watts. 

God  the  Believer^'s  Portion. 
MY  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love. 

My  everlasting  all, 
I've  none  but  thee  in  heaven  above. 

Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 
What  empty  things  are  all  the  skies. 

And  this  inferior  clod  ! 
There's  nothing  here  deserves  my  joys, 

There's  nothing  like  my  God. 
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218. 


PRAISE  TO   CHRIST. 

3  "Were  I  possessor  of  the  earth, 

And  called  the  stars  my  own, 
Without  thy  graces,  and  thyself, 
I  were  a  wretch  undone. 

4  Let  others  stretch  their  arms  like  seas, 

And  grasp  in  all  the  shore ; 
Grant  me  the  visits  of  thy  face, 
And  I  desire  no  more. 

Ot^  8's.  Habt 

/6  1  X«  Our  God  for  ever, 

1  THIS  God  is  the  God  we  adore, 

Our  faithful,  unchangeable  Friend, 
Whose  love  is  as  large  as  his  power. 
And  neither  knows  measure  nor  end. 

2  'Tis  Jesus,  the  first  and  the  last. 

Whose  Spirit  shall  guide  us  safe  home ; 
We'll  praise  him  for  all  that  is  past. 
And  trust  him  for  all  that's  to  come. 

VI.— PRAISE  TO  CHRIST. 
^^  rf  C   M.  JiIedleT 

U  1  0*         The  Incarnation  Celebrated, 

1  IN  heaven  the  rapturous  song  began, 

And  sweet  seraphic  fire 
Through  all  the  shining  legions  ran. 
And  strung  and  tuned  the  lyre. 

2  Swift  o'er  the  vast  expanse  it  flew. 

And  loud  the  echo  rolled  ; 
The  theme,  the  song,  the  joy  was  new, 
'Twas  more  than  heaven  could  hold. 

3  Down  through  the  portals  of  the  sky, 

The  impetuous  torrent  ran  ; 
And  angels  flew  with  eager  joy. 

To  bear  the  news  to  man. 
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SOCIAL    WORSHIP. 

4  0  for  a  glance  of  heavenly  love, 

Our  hearts  and  songs  to  raise, 
Sweetly  to  bear  our  souls  above, 
And  mingle  with  their  lays  I 

5  With  joy  the  chorus  we'll  repeat, 

"  Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 
Good  will  and  peace  are  now  complete- 
Jesus  was  born  to  die/' 

6  Hail,  Prince  of  Life  !  for  ever  hail  I 

Eedeemer,  Brother,  Friend ! 
Though  earth,  and  time,  and  life,  all  fail, 
Thy  praise  shall  never  end. 

qya  C.   M.  Watts. 

/J  IV*  Joy  of  ChrisVs  AdvmU 

1  JOY  to  the  world  !  the  Lord  is  come  I 

Let  earth  receive  her  King  ; 
Let  every  heart  prepare  him  room, 
And  heaven  and  nature  sing. 

2  Joy  to  the  earth  !  the  Saviour  reigns  ! 

Let  men  their  songs  employ ; 
While  fields,  and  floods,  rocks,  hills,  and  plains, 
Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  sins  and  sorrows  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground  ; 
He  comes  to  make  his  blessings  flow 
Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace. 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  his  righteousness,   ' 
And  wonders  of  his  love. 
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PRAISE  TO   CHUIST. 

C.  M.  Logan. 

Blessings  of  Christ's  Advent, 

1  MESSIAH  !  at  thy  glad  approach, 

The  howling  winds  are  still  ; 

Thy  praises  fill  the  lonely  waste, 

And  breathe  from  every  hill. 

^  2  The  hidden  fountains  at  thy  call. 
Their  sacred  stores  unlock  ; 
Loud  in  the  desert,  sudden  streams 
Burst  living  from  the  rock. 

3  The  incense  of  the  spring  ascends 

Upon  the  morning  gale  ; 
Red  o'er  the  hill  the  roses  bloom, 
The  lilies  in  the  vale. 

4  Eenewed,  the  earth  a  robe  of  light, 

A  robe  of  beauty  wears ; 
And  in  new  heavens  a  brighter  Sun 
Leads  on  the  promised  years. 

5  Let  Israel  to  the  Prince  of  Peace 

The  loud  hosanna  sing: 
With  hallelujahs,  and  with  hymns, 
0  Zion,  hail  thy  King. 

Q-jQ  ll's  &  lO's.  Heber. 

Z  1 0  •  The  Star  in  the  East. 

1  BRIGHTEST  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning, 

Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  thine  aid ; 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  the  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 

2  Cold,  on  his  cradle,  the  dew-drops  are  shining; 

Low  lies  his  bed  with  the  beasts  of  the  stall; 
Angels  adore  him,  in  slumber  reclining, 
Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour,  of  all. 
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SOCIAL   WORSHIP. 

3  Say,  shall  we  yield  him,  in  costly  devotion, 

Odors  of  Eden  and  offerings  divine? 
Gems  of  the  mountain,  and  pearls  of  the  ocean, 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  and  gold  from  the  mine  ? 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  ohlation; 

Vainly  with  gifts  would  his  favor  secure; 
Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration ; 
Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 

0  1  Q  L.  M.  H.  K.  White. 

The  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

1  WHEN,  marshalled  on  the  nightly  plain, 

The  glittering  host  bestad  the  sky, 
One  star  alone,  of  all  the  train, 

Can  fix  the  sinner's  wandering  eye. 

2  Hark  !  hark !  to  God  the  chorus  breaks, 

From  every  host,  from  every  gem: 
But  one  alone  the  Saviour  speaks, — 
It  is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem  1 

3  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode ; 

The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was  dark ; 
The  ocean  yawned,  and  rudely  blowed 
The  wind  that  tossed  my  foundering  bark. 

4  Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze ; 

Death-struck,  I  ceased  the  tide  to  stem ; 
When  suddenly  a  star  arose, — 
It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem  I 

5  It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all ; 

It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease ; 
And,  through  the  storm  and  danger's  thrall, 
It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 

6  Now,  safely  moored,  my  perils  o'er, 

ni  sing,  first  in  night^s  diadem, 
For  ever  and  for  evermore, — 

The  Star — the  Star  of  Bethlehem  ! 
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PRAISE   TO   CHRIST. 

QQ/^  L.  M.  Watts. 

>0/OU»  Object  of  ChrisVs  Mission, 

1  NOT  to  condemn  the  sons  of  men, 

Did  C  hrist,  the  Son  of  God,  appear ; 
No  weapons  in  his  hands  are  seen, 
N'^  flaming  sword  nor  thunder  tnere. 

,2  Such  was  the  pity  of  our  God, 

He  loved  the  race  of  man  so  well, 
He  sent  his  Son  to  bear  our  load 

Of  sins,  and  save  oar  souls  from  hell, 

3  Sinners,  believe  the  Saviour^s  word ; 
Trust  in  his  mighty  name,  and  live ; 
A  thousand  joys  his  lips  afford. 

His  hands  a  thousand  blessings  give. 

QQ  -i  7^S.  Newton. 

Aiu  L»  Praise  for  Chris  fs  Mission. 

1  SWEETER  sounds  than  music  knows 

Charm  me  in  Immanuel's  name  ; 
All  her  hopes  my  spirit  owes 

To  his  birth,  and  cross,  and  shame. 

2  When  he  came,  the  angels  sung 

"Glory  be  to  God  on  high  I" 
Lord,  unloose  my  stammering  tongue ; 
Who  should  louder  sing  than  I  ? 

3  Did  the  Lord  a  man  become, 

That  he  might  the  law  fulfil, 
Bleed  and  suffer  in  my  room, — 

And  canst  thou,  my  tongue,  be  still  ? 
No ;  I  must  my  praises  bring, 

Though  they  worthless  are,  and  weak ; 
For,  should  I  refuse  to  sing, 

Sure  the  very  stones  would  speak  1 
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SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

5  0  my  Saviour,  Shield,  and  Sun, 

Shepherd,  Brother,  Husband,  Friend, 
Every  precious  name  in  one, — 
I  win  love  thee  without  end  1 

C.  M.  Steele 

Humiliation  of  Christ. 

1  AND  did  the  holy  and  the  just, 

The  Sovereign  of  the  skies, 
Stoop  down  to  wretchedness  and  dust, 
That  guilty  man  might  rise  ? 

2  Yes,  the  Redeemer  left  his  throne, 

His  radiant  throne  on  high, — 
Surprising  mercy !  love  unknown  !— 
To  suffer,  bleed,  and  die. 

3  He  took  the  dying  traitor's  place. 

And  suffered  in  his  stead ; 
For  sinful  man, — 0,  wondrous  grace ! 
For  sinful  man  he  bled. 

4  0  Lord,  what  heavenly  wonders  dwell 

In  thine  atoning  blood  ! 
By  this  are  sinners  saved  from  hell. 
And  rebels  brought  to  God. 

QQ^  L.   M.  BoWRINCk 

ZZO.  The  Teaching  of  Christ. 

1  HOW  sweetly  flowed  the  gospel  sound, 

From  lips  of  gentleness  and  grace, 
When  listening  thousands  gathered  round. 
And  joy  and  gladness  filled  the  place ! 

2  From  heaven  he  came,  of  heaven  he  spoke, 

To  heaven  he  led  his  followers'  way ; 
Dark  clouds  of  gloomy  night  he  broke. 
Unveiling  an  immortal  day. 
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PRAISE  TO   CHRIST. 

3  "  Come,  wanderers,  to  my  Father's  home ; 

Come,  all  ye  weary  ones,  and  rest ;" 
Yes,  sacred  Teacher,  we  will  come, 
Obey  thee,  love  thee,  and  be  blest. 

4  Decay,  then,  tenements  of  dust ; 

Pillars  of  earthly  pride,  decay  ; 
A  nobler  mansion  waits  the  just. 
And  Jesus  has  prepared  the  way. 

r^r\  M  C.  M.  CuRTis's  Col. 

/ii/6x*  Miracles  of  Clirist. 

1  AND  didst  thou,  Jesus,  condescend, 

When  veiled  in  human  clay. 
To  heal  the  sick,  the  lame,  the  blind, 
And  drive  disease  away  ? 

2  Didst  thou  regard  the  beggar's  cry, 

And  cause  the  blind  to  see  ? 
Thou  Son  of  David  hear — 0,  hear— 
Have  mercy,  too,  on  me. 

3  And  didst  thou  pity  mortal  wo, 

And  sight  and  health  restore  ? 

0,  pity.  Lord,  and  save  my  soul, 

Which  needs  thy  mercy  more. 

4  Didst  thou  thy  trembling  servant  raise. 

When  sinking  in  the  wave  ? 

I  perish,  Lord ;  0,  save  my  soul ; 

For  thou  alone  canst  save. 

L.  M.  Watts. 

The  Life  of  Christ. 
MY  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord, 
I  read  my  duty  in  thy  word ; 
But  in  thy  life  the  law  appears 
Drawn  out  in  living  characters, 
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SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

2  Such  was  thy  truth,  and  such  thy  zeal, 
Such  deference  to  thy  Father's  will, 
Such  love,  and  meekness  so  divine, 

I  would  transcribe,  and  make  them  mine. 

3  Cold  mountains  and  the  midnight  air 
Witnessed  the  fervor  of  thy  prayer : 
The  desert  thy  temptations  knew, 
Thy  conflict,  and  thy  victory  too. 

4  Be  thou  my  pattern,  make  me  bear 
More  of  thy  gracious  image  here ; 
Then  God,  the  Judge,  shall  own  my  name 
Among  the  followers  of  the  Lamb. 

QQ/>  ll^S.  M.  DeFleury. 

/j/iiV*  The  Sorrows  of  Christ. 

1  TIIOU  sweet  gliding  Cedron,  by  thy  silver  streams, 
Our  Saviour  at  midnight,  when  moonlight's  pale  beams 
Shone  bright  on  the  waters,  would  frequently  stray, 
And  lose,  in  thy  murmurs,  the  toils  of  the  day. 

2  How  damp  were  the  vapors  that  fell  on  his  head  I 
How  hard  was  his  pillow, — how  humble  his  bed  1 
The  angels,  astonished,  grew  sad  at  the  sight, 
And  followed  their  Master  with  solemn  delight. 

S  0,  Garden  of  Olives,  thou  dear,  honored  spot. 

The  fame  of  thy  wonders  shall  ne'er  be  forgot ; 

The  theme  most  transporting  to  seraphs  above ; 

The  triumph  of  sorrow, — the  triumph  of  love ! 
4  Come,  saints,  and  adore  him, — come,  bow  at  his  feet  I 

0,  give  him  the  glory,  the  praise  that  is  meet ; 

Let  joyful  hosannas  unceasing  arise ; 

And  join  the  full  chorus  that  gladdens  the  skies. 

QQPY  C.  M.  Haweis. 

^/6  I  •  Gethsemane, 

1  DARK  was  the  night,  and  cold  the  ground, 
On  which  the  Lord  was  laid ; 
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PRAISE    TO    CHRIST. 

His  sweat  like  drops  of  blood  ran  down ; 
In  agonj  he  pra3^ed. 

2  "  Father,  remove  this  bitter  cup, 

If  such  thy  sacred  will ; 
If  not,  content  to  drink  it  up, 
Thy  pleasure  I  fulfil/' 

3  Go  to  the  garden,  sinner ;  see 

Those  precious  drops  that  flow ; 
The  heavy  load  he  bore  for  thee ; 
For  thee  he  lies  so  low. 

4  Then  learn  of  him  the  cross  to  bear  ; 

Thy  Father's  will  obey ; 
And,  when  temptations  press  thee  near, 
Awake  to  watch  and  pray. 


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7's.  Montgomery 

Calvary. 

1  WHEN  on  Sinai's  top  I  see 
God  descend  in  majesty. 

To  proclaim  his  holy  law, 
All  my  spirit  sinks  with  awe. 

2  When,  in  ecstacy  sublime. 
Tabor's  glorious  steep  I  climb, 
At  the  too  transporting  light. 
Darkness  rushes  o'er  my  sight. 

3  When  on  Calvary  I  rest, 
God,  in  flesh  made  manifest. 
Shines  in  my  Redeemer's  face, 
Full  of  beauty,  truth,  and  grace. 

4  Here  I  would  for  ever  stay. 
Weep  and  gaze  my  soul  away ; 
Thou  art  heaven  on  earth  to  me, 
Lovely,  mournful  Calvary  I 

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SOCIAL   WORSHIP. 

7'S.  COLLYES, 

Tlte  Cross. 

1  TO  the  cross  where  Jesus  dies, 

Where  my  Lord  resigns  his  breath  ; 
"Where  affliction  veils  his  eyes, 

Swimming  in  the  tears  of  death : 
Thither  bringing  all  my  guilt, 

From  avenging  wrath  I  flee. 
To  the  blood  of  sprinkling  spilt— 

Spilt  to  set  the  sinner  free. 

2  'Mid  convulsive  agonies, 

Peace  his  quivering  lips  impart ; 
Pardon  sealed  by  broken  sighs. 

Issuing  from  a  bursting  heart. 
Let  me  feel  this  healing  power, 

Let  this  hardened  heart  of  stone, 
Melt  beneath  the  purple  shower. 

From  his  body  trickling  down. 

3  On  those  temples,  crowned  with  thorns, 

Suffering  majesty  appears ; 
Love  that  dying  face  adorns. 

Stained  with  blood  and  soiled  with  tears. 
Pierce  the  shadows  of  my  heart. 

With  the  beaming  of  thine  eye  ; 
Smiles  of  peace  to  me  impart. 

Let  me  feel,  or  I  must  die  ! 


230. 


7's  &  6's.  Gerhard. 

The  Slain  Lamb, 

1  0  LAMB  of  God,  now  wounded. 

With  grief  and  shame  weighed  down ; 
Now  scornfully  surrounded, 
With  thorns,  thy  only  crown  1 
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PRAISE   TO   CHRIST. 

0  Lamb  of  God,  whiit  glory, 
What  bliss  till  now  was  thine ; 

Yet,  though  despised  and  gory, 
I  joy  to  call  thee  mine. 

2  What  thon,  my  Lord,  hast  suffered. 

Was  all  for  sinners'  gain ; 
Mine,  mine,  was  the  transgression, 

But  thine  the  deadly  pain. 
Lo,  here  I  fall,  my  Saviour  I 

'Tis  I  deserve  thy  place. 
Look  on  me  with  thy  favor. 

Vouchsafe  to  me  thy  grace  I 

3  Receive  me,  my  Kedeemer, 

My  Shepherd,  make  me  thine ; 
Of  every  good  the  fountain. 

Thou  art  the  spring  of  mine. 
Thy  lips  with  love  distilling, 

And  milk  of  truth  sincere. 
With  heaven's  bliss  are  filling 

The  soul  that  trembles  here. 

4  The  joy  can  ne^er  be  spoken, 

— Above  all  joys  beside, 
When  in  thy  body  broken 

I  thus  with  safety  hide. 
My  Lord  of  Life,  desiring 

Thy  glory  now  to  see, 
Beside  the  cross  expiring, 

rd  breathe  my  soul  to  thee. 

^Q^  8's,  7*s,  &  4.  Francis 

^fO  1  •  Atonement  Finished. 

1  HARK  I  the  voice  of  love  and  mercy, 
Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary  ; 
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SOCIAL   WORSHIP. 

See  !  it  rends  the  rocks  asunder, 

Shakes  the  earth,  and  veils  the  sky ; 

*'It  is  finished!'' 
Hear  the  dying  Saviour  cry. 

2  **  It  is  finished  V — 0,  what  pleasure 

Do  these  charming  words  afford ! 
Heavenly  blessings  without  measure, 
Flow  to  us  through  Christ  the  Lord; 

"  It  is  finished  V' 
Saints,  the  dying  words  record. 

3  Tune  your  harps  anew,  ye  seraphs  ; 

Join  to  sing  the  pleasing  theme ; 
All  in  earth  and  heaven  uniting. 
Join  to  praise  Immanuers  name  ; 

Hallelujah  1 
Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb 

2g\^  C.   M.  COWPER 

0/6»  Efficacy  of  Atonement. 

1  THERE  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood, 

Drawn  from  ImmanueFs  veins  ; 
And  sinners,  plunged  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day  ; 
0,  may  I  there,  though  vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Thou  dying  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransomed  church  of  God 
Are  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E^er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream, 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply. 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be,  till  I  die. 
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PRAISE  TO  CHRIST. 

5  And  when  this  feeble,  faltering  to-gue, 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave, 
Then,  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 
1^11  sing  thy  power  to  save. 

QQQ  7^s.  GiBBOJca 

CiOOt  Resurrection  of  Christ. 

1  ANGELS,  roll  the  rock  away ; 
Death,  yield  up  thy  mighty  prey ; 
See  !  he  rises  from  the  tomb — 
Rises  with  immortal  bloom. 

2  ^Tis  the  Saviour  ;  seraphs  "raise 
Your  triumphant  shouts  of  praise  ; 
Let  the  earth's  remotest  bound 
Hear  the  joy-inspiring  sound. 

3  Lift,  ye  saints,  lift  up  your  eyes ; 
Now  to  glory  see  him  rise  ; 
Hosts  of  angels  on  the  road 
Hail  and  sing  th'  incarnate  God. 

4  Praise  him,  all  ye  heavenly  choirs, 
Praise  him,  with  your  golden  lyres ; 
Praise  him  in  your  noblest  songs ; 
Praise  him  from  ten  thousand  tongues. 

S.  M.  Kellt 

Redemption  Completed. 

1  *'  THE  Lord  is  risen  indeed  f 

He  lives  to  die  no  more ; 
He  lives  the  sinner's  cause  to  plead, 
Whose  curse  and  shame  he  bore. 

2  "  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed ;'' 

Then  hell  has  lost  its  prey  ; 
With  him  is  risen  the  ransomed  seed, 
To  reign  in  endless  day. 
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284. 


SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

3  "The  Lord  is  risen  indeed-/' 

Attending  angels,  hear ; 
Up  to  the  courts  of  heaven,  with  speed, 
The  joyful  tidings  bear. 

4  Then  wake  your  golden  lyres, 

And  strike  each  cheerful  chord  ; 
Join,  all  ye  bright,  celestial  choirs, 
To  sing  our  risen  Lord. 

2^^-  7's.  Kellt. 

DO  •  The  Ascended  Redeemer, 

1  JESUS  is  gone  up  on  high, 

Angels  come  to  meet  their  King  ; 
Shouts  triumphant  rend  the  sky. 

While  the  conqueror^s  praise  they  sing; 
Open  now,  ye  heavenly  gates  I 
'Tis  the  King  of  glory  waits. 

2  Now  behold  him  high  enthroned, 

Gloiy  beaming  from  his  face. 
By  adoring  angels  owned, 

God  of  holiness  and  grace ; 
0  for  hearts  and  tongues  to  sing, 
Glory,  glory  to  our  King ! 

3  Jesus,  on  thy  people  shine  ; 

Warm  our  hearts  and  tune  our  tongues, 
That  with  angels  we  may  join, — 

Share  their  bliss,  and  swell  their  songs ; 
Glory,  honor,  praise,  and  power, 
Lord,  be  thine  for  evermore. 

H.  M.  C.  Wesley 

The  Surety, 
1  ARISE,  my  soul,  arise ; 

Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears; 
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2B6. 


PRAISE   TO   CHRIST. 

The  bleeding  sacrifice 

In  my  behalf  appears ; 
Before  the  throne  my  surety  stands, 
My  name  is  written  on  his  hands. 

2  The  bleeding  wounds  he  bears, 

Received  on  Calvary, 
Now  pour  efiectual  prayers, 

And  strongly  speak  for  me  ; 
*'  Forgive  him,  0,  forgive/^  they  cry, 
"  Nor  let  that  ransomed  sinner  die.'' 

S  The  Father  hears  him  pray, 
The  dear  Anointed  One ; — 
He  cannot  turn  away 

The  pleading  of  his  Son  ; 
His  Spirit  answers  to  the  blood, 
^    And  tells  me  I  am  born  of  God. 

4  To  God  I'm  reconciled  ; 

His  pardoning  voice  I  hear ; 
He  owns  me  for  his  child ; 

I  can  no  longer  fear : 
With  filial  trust  I  now  draw  nigh, 
And  "  Father,  Abba  Father,''  cry. 

2^j-y  L.    M.  StEELK 

O  I  .  The  Advocate. 

1  HE  lives !  the  great  Redeemer  lives ! 
What  joy  the  blest  assurance  gives  ! 
And  now,  before  his  Father,  God, 
He  pleads  the  merits  of  his  blood. 

2  Repeated  crimes  awake  our  fears. 

And  justice,  armed  with  frowns,  appears; 
Bat  in  the  Saviour^ s  lovely  face 
Sweet  mercy  smiles,  and  all  is  peace. 
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288. 


SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

3  Great  Advocate,  almighty  Friend, 
On  thee  our  humble  hopes  depend ; 
Our  cause  can  never,  never  fail, 
For  thou  dost  plead,  and  must  prevail. 

C.   M.  WAT13. 

The  God-Man. 

1  DEAREST  of  all  the  names  above, 

My  Saviour  and  my  God, 
Who  can  resist  thy  heavenly  love, 
Or  trifle  with  thy  blood  ? 

2  'Tis  by  the  merits  of  thy  death 

The  Father  smiles  again  ; 
'Tis  by  thine  interceding  breath, 
The  Spirit  dwells  with  men. 

3  Till  God  in  human  flesh,  I  see, 

My  thoughts  no  comfort  find ; 
The  holy,  just,  and  sacred  Three, 
Are  terrors  to  my  mind. 

4  But  if  ImmanuePs  face  appear, 

My  hope,  my  joy,  begin; 
His  name  forbids  my  slavish  fear ; 
His  grace  removes  my  sin. 

5  While  Jews  on  their  own  law  rely, 

And  Greeks  of  wisdom  boast, 
I  love  th'  incarnate  mystery, 
And  there  I  fix  my  trust. 

C.  M.  Watts 

Christ  a  merciful  High  Priest. 

1  WITH  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 

Of  our  High  Priest  above ; 

His  heart  is  full  of  tenderness ; 

His  bosom  glows  with  bve. 

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PRAISE   TO   CHRIS'r. 

2  Touched  ^th.  a  sympathy  within, 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame ; 
He  knows  what  sore  temptations  mean, 
For  he  has  felt  the  same. 

3  He,  in  the  days  of  feeble  flesh, 

Poured  out  his  cries  and  tears, 
And  in  his  measure  feels  afresh 
What  every  member  bears. 

4  Then  let  our  humble  faith  address 

His  mercy  and  his  power ; 
"We  shall  obtain  delivering  grace, 
In  each  distressing  hour. 


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8's  &  7's.  Newton. 

Christ  the  best  Friend, 

1  ONE  there  is,  above  all  others, 

Well  deserves  the  name  of  Friend ; 
His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's, 
Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end  ! 

2  Which  of  all  our  friends,  to  save  us, 

Could,  or  would,  have  shed  his  blood  ? 
But  our  Jesus  died  to  have  us 
Reconciled,  in  him,  to  God. 

3  When  he  lived  on  earth  abasM, 

Friend  of  sinners  was  his  name ; 
Now,  above  all  glory  raised, 
He  rejoices  in  the  same. 

4  0  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften ! 

Teach  us.  Lord,  at  length  to  love  ; 
We,  alas  !  forget  too  often. 
What  a  Friend  we  have  above. 
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SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

C.  M.         .  Kyland 

Christ  a  Shepherd. 

1  THOU  Keeper  of  a  lovely  flock, 

Thyself  far  lovelier  still, 
Beneath  the  overshadowing  rock 
Thy  sheep  are  safe  from  ill. 

2  There  thou  at  noon  dost  make  them  ref^t, 

Screened  from  the  burning  sky ; 
Nor  dares  the  v^olf,  with  hunger  pressed, 
Approach  when  thou  art  nigh. 

S  Once  for  his  flook  the  Shepherd  died, 
But  now  he  lives  again : 
For  all  their  wants  will  he  provide, 
And  ease  their  every  pain. 

4  0  may  I  always  hear  thy  voice, 
Nor  ever  wander  more  ; 
Biit  in  thy  constant  care  rejoice, 
Thy  dying  love  adore. 

^  A^  S.  M.  Montgomery 

jCj^/J*         Christ's  care  of  His  Floch. 

1  GREEN  pastures  and  clear  streams, 

Freedom  and  quiet  rest, 
Christ^s  flock  enjoy,  beneath  his  beams, 
Or  in  his  shadow,  blest. 

2  The  mountain  and  the  vale. 

Forest  and  field,  they  range ; 
The  morning  dew,  the  evening  gale, 
Bring  health  in  every  change. 

3  Secure  amidst  alarms, 

From  violence  or  snares. 
The  lambs  he  gathers  in  his  arms, 
And  in  his  bosom  bears. 
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PRAISE   TO   CHRIST. 

4  Death  may  assail,  but  death 
Is  vanquished  in  the  strife ; 
Their  moment  of  departing  breath 
Begins  eternal  life. 


243. 


H.  M.  Watts. 

Offices  of  Christ, 

1  JOIN  all  the  glorious  names 

Of  wisdom,  love,  and  power, 
That  ever  mortals  knew, 

Or  angels  ever  bore : 
All  are  too  mean  to  speak  his  worth, 
Too  mean  to  set  the  Saviour  forth. 

2  Great  Prophet  of  our  God, 

Our  tongues  shall  bless  thy  name ; 
By  thee  the  joyful  news 

Of  our  salvation  came, — 
The  joyful  news  of  sins  forgiven 
Of  hell  subdued,  and  peace  with  heaven. 

3  Jesus  our  great  High  Priest, 

Has  shed  his  blood  and  died ; 
Our  guilty  conscience  needs 

No  sacrifice  beside : 
His  precious  blood,  did  once  atone, 
And  now  it  pleads  before  the  throne. 

4  0  thou  almighty  Lord, 

Our  Conqueror  and  our  King, 
Thy  sceptre  and  thy  sword, 

Thy  reigning  grace,  we  sing: 
Thine  is  the  power ;  0,  make  us  sit 
In  willing  bonds,  beneath  thy  feet. 
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SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

C.  M.  Fawcett, 

Christ  the  Desire  of  all  Nations, 

1  INFINITE  excellence  is  thine, 

Thou  lovely  Prince  of  grace ; 
Thine  uncreated  beauties  shine 
With  never  fading  rays. 

2  Sinners,  from  earth's  remotest  end, 

Come  bending  at  thy  feet ; 
To  thee  their  prayers  and  praise  ascend, 
In  thee  tlieir  wishes  meet. 

3  Millions  of  happy  spirits  live 

On  thine  exhaustless  store ; 
From  thee  they  all  their  bliss  receive, 
And  still  thou  givest  more. 

4  Thou  art  their  triumph  and  their  joy; 

They  find  their  all  in  thee ; 
Thy  glories  will  their  tongues  employ. 
Through  all  eternity. 

Q  JK  C.  p.   M.  Medley. 

/jjlU*  Excellence  of  Christ, 

1  0,  COULD  we  speak  the  matchless  worth, 
0,  could  we  sound  the  glories  forth. 

Which  in  our  Saviour  shine, 
We'd  soar,  and  touch  the  heavenly  strings, 
And  vie  with  Gabriel,  while  he  sings, 

In  notes  almost  divine. 

2  We'd  sing  the  precious  blood  he  spilt — 
Our  ransom  from  the  dreadful  guilt 

Of  sin  and  wrath  divine ; 
We'd  sing  his  glorious  righteousness, 
In  which  all-perfect,  heavenly  dress 

We  shall  for  ever  shine. 
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PRAISE   TO   CHRIST. 

3  We'd  sing  the  characters  he  beara 
And  all  the  forms  of  love  he  wears, 

Exalted  on  his  throne  : 
In  loftiest  songs  of  sweetest  praise, 
We  would,  to  everlasting  days, 

Make  all  his  glories  known. 

4  Well,  the  delightful  day  will  come, 
When  our  dear  Lord  will  bring  us  home, 

And  we  shall  see  his  face : 
Then,  with  our  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend, 
A  blest  eternity  we'll  spend, 

Triumphant  in  his  grace. 

QA  n  8's.  Newtox. 

/rt  D .         "  What  thinlc  ye  of  Christ  f" 

1  WHAT  think  ye  of  Christ?  is  the  test, 

To  try  both  your  state  and  your  scheme ; 
You  cannot  be  right  in  the  rest, 

Unless  you  think  rightly  of  him. 
As  Jesus  appears  in  your  view, 

As  he  is  beloved  or  not ; 
So  God  is  disposed  to  you, 

And  mercy  or  wrath  is  your  lot. 

2  Some  take  him  a  creature  to  be, 

A  man,  or  an  angel  at  most ; 
Sure  these  have  not  feelings  like  me, 

Nor  know  themselves  wretched  and  lost ; 
So  guilty,  so  helpless  am  I, 

I  dare  not  confide  in  his  blood. 
Nor  on  his  protection  rely, 

Unless  I  were  sure  he  is  God. 

3  Some  call  him  a  Saviour  in  word, 

But  mix  their  own  works  with  his  plan ; 
And  hope  he  his  help  will  afford, 

When  they  have  done  all  that  they  can, 
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SOCIAL   WORSHIP. 

If  doings  prove  rather  too  light, — 

A  little  thev  own  they  may  fail— 
They  purpose  to  make  up  full  weight, 

By  casting  his  name  in  the  scale. 
Some  style  him  the  pearl  of  great  price, 

And  say  he's  the  fountain  of  joys ; 
Yet  feed  upon  folly  and  vice, 

And  cleave  to  the  world  and  its  toys ; 
Like  Judas,  the  Saviour  they  kiss, 

And  while  they  salute  him  betray : 
Ah !  what  will  profession  like  this 

Avail  in  his  terrible  day  ? 
If  asked,  what  of  Jesus  I  think, 

Though  still  my  best  thoughts  are  but  poor, 
I  say.  He's  my  meat  and  my  drink, 

My  life,  and  my  strength,  and  my  store ; 
My  Shepherd,  my  Husband,  my  Friend, 

My  Saviour  from  sin  and  from  thrall, 
My  hope  from  beginning  to  end. 

My  portion,  my  Lord,  and  my  all. 

C.   M.  Newton. 

Sweet  Name  of  Jesus, 

1  HOW  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 

In  a  believer's  ear ! 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole. 

And  calms  the  troubled  breast ; 
'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul. 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 

3  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart. 

And  cold  my  warmest  thought ; 
But  when  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
111  praise  thee  as  I  ought. 
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PRAISE   TO    CHItlST. 

5  Till  then  I  would  thy  love  proclaim 
With  every  fleeting  breath ; 
And  may  the  music  of  thy  name 
Kefresh  my  soul  in  death. 

C.   M.  Doddridge. 

Oi     Jesus  precious  to  them  that  believe, 

1  JESUS,  I  love  thy  charming  name ; 

'Tis  music  to  my  ear ; 
Fain  v^ould  I  sound  it  out  so  loud, 
That  earth  and  heaven  might  hear. 

2  Yes,  thou  art  precious  to  my  soul, 

My  transport  and  my  trust; 
Jewels  to  thee  are  gaudy  toys, 
And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 

3  All  my  capacious  powers  can  wish 

In  thee  doth  richly  meet ; 
Nor  to  my  eyes  is  light  so  dear, 
Nor  fri-endship  half  so  sweet. 

4  Thy  grace  shall  dwell  upon  my  heart. 

And  shed  its  fragrance  there, — 
The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 

5  I'll  speak  the  honors  of  thy  name 

With  my  last,  laboring  breath, 
And,  dying,  clasp  thee  in  my  arms, 
The  antidote  of  death. 

Q/iQ  ITs  &  8's.  Swain. 

/f  ±V*  Christ  the  Belcxced. 

1  YE  daughters  of  Zion,  declare,  have  you  seen, 
The  Star  that  on  Israel  shone  ? 
Say,  if  in  your  tents  my  Beloved  has  been, 
And  where  with  his  flock  he  has  gone  ? 
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SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

2  This  is  my  Beloved  ;  his  form  is  divine  ; 
His  vestments  shed  odors  around  ; 
The  locks  on  his  head  are  as  grapes  on  the  vine, 
When  autumn  with  plenty  is  crowned. 
B  His  voice,  as  the  sound  of  the  dulcimer  sweet, 
Is  heard  through  the  shadow  of  death ; 
The  cedars  of  LelDanon  bow  at  his  feet ; 
The  air  is  perfumed  with  his  breath. 

4  His  lips  as  a  fountain  of  righteousness  flow, 

To  water  the  gardens  of  grace  ; 
From  which  their  salvation  the  Gentiles  shall  know, 
And  bask  in  the  smiles  of  his  face. 

5  He  looks,  and  ten  thousands  of  angels  rejoice, 

And  myriads  wait  for  his  word ; 
He  speaks,  and  eternity,  filled  with  his  voice, 
Re-echoes  the  praise  of  the  Lord. 

^^r\  CM.  TOPLADY. 

/ju\J»  Jesus  all  in  all, 

1  COMPARED  with  Christ,  in  all  beside 

No  comeliness  I  see ; 
The  one  thing  needful,  dearest  Lord, 
Is  to  be  one  with  thee. 

2  The  sense  of  thy  expiring  love 

Into  my  soul  convey  ; 
Thyself  bestow,  for  thee  alone, 
My  all  in  all,  I  pray. 

3  Less  than  thyself  will  not  suffice 

My  comfort  to  restore; 
More  than  thyself  I  cannot  crave, 
And  thou  canst  give  no  more. 

4  Loved  of  my  God,  for  him  again 

With  love  intense  I'd  burn ; 
Chosen  of  thee  ere  time  began, 
I'd  choose  thee  in  return. 
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5  Whatever  consist  not  with  thy  love^ 
0  teach  me  to  resign ; 
I'm  rich  to  all  the  intents  of  bliss 
If  thou,  0  God,  art  mine. 
Op^Cl  8's&7's.  Robinson. 

/uO  l.»  The  Fount  of  Blessing. 

1  COME,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing, 

Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace ; 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing, 

Call  for  songs  of  loudest  JDraise: 
Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet, 

Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above ; 
Praise  fhe  mount — 0  fix  me  on  it, 

Mount  of  God's  unchanging  love. 

2  Here  I  raise  my  Ebenezer ; 

Hither  by  thy  help  I  'm  come ; 
And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home : 
Je^us  sought  me  v^hen  a  stranger. 

Wandering  from  t.e  fold  of  God; 
He,  to  save  my  soul  from  danger, 

Interposed  his  precious  blood, 

3  0,  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 

Daily  I  'm  constrained  to  be ! 
Let  that  grace.  Lord,  like  a  fetter, 

Bind  my  wandering  heart  to  thee.  • 
Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it ; 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love ; 
Here's  my  heart ;  Lord,  take  and  seal  it ; 

Seal  it  from  thy  courts  above. 
9^:9  CM.  C.  Wkslek 

/j  O  ,(j  •  Praise  to  the  Saviour. 

1  0  FOR  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 
My  dear  Redeemer's  praise, — 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 
The  triumphs  of  his  grace  ! 
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SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

2  My  gracious  Master  and  my  God, 

Assist  me  to  proclaim, 
To  spread  through  all  the  earth  abroad. 
The  honors  of  thy  name. 

3  Jesus  !  the  name  that  calms  our  fears. 

That  bids  our  sorrows  cease  ; 
^Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears  ; 
'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  power  of  reigning  sin ; 

He  sets  the  prisoner  free  ; 
His  blood  can  make  the  fouled  clean ; 
His  blood  availed  for  me. 

^p.(.  CM.  Watts. 

>0  d  O .  Worthy  the  Lamb. 

1  COME,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs, 

With  angels  round  the  throne  ; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues. 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  *' Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,''  they  cry, 

*'  To  be  exalted  thus  :" 
"Worthy  the  Lamb,"  our  lips  reply, 
"  For  he  was  slain  for  us." 

3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honor  and  power  divine  ; 
And  blessings,  more  than  we  can  give. 
Be,  Lord,  for  ever  tliine. 

C.   M.  Duncan, 

The  3fediaior  Crowned. 
ALL  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name  I 

Let  angels  prostrate  fall ; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem. 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 
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THE   CHRISTIAN   LIFE. 

2  Ye  chosen  seed  of  IsraeFs  race, — 
A  renAant  weak  and  small, — 
Hail  him,  who  saves  you  by  his  grace. 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all 

S  Ye  Gentile  sinners,  ne'er  forget 
The  wormwood  and  the  gall ; 
Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

4  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 

On  this  terrestrial  ball. 
To  him  all  majesty  ascribe. 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

5  0  that,  with  yonder  sacred  throng, 

We  at  his  feet  may  fall ! 
We^ll  join  the  everlasting  song, 
And%'Own  him  Lord  of  all. 


VII.— THE  CHRISTIAN  LIFE. 
jx  j^  S.    M.  Beddome. 

Love  the  Spring  of  true  Ohedience* 

1  LOVE  is  the  fountain  whence 

All  true  obedience  flows ; 
The  Christian  serves  the  God  he  loves, 
And  loves  the  God  he  knows. 

2  He  treads  the  heavenly  road. 

And  neither  faints  nor  tires ; 
That  generous  love  which  warms  his  breast, 
With  fortitude  inspires. 

3  No  burden  seems  so  great, 

No  task  so  hard  appears, 
But  this  he  cheerfully  performs, 
And  that  he  meekly  bears. 
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SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

4  May  love, — that  shining  grace, 
O'er  all  my  poTvers  preside ; 
Direct  my  thoughts,  suggest  my  words, 
And  every  action  guicie  1 

C.   M.  Watts. 

Influence  of  Love. 

1  HAPPY  the  heart  vv^here  graces  reign, 
Where  love  inspires  the  breast : 

Love  is  the  brightest  of  the  train. 
And  strengthens  all  the  rest. 

2  Knowledge,  alas  I  -^tis  all  in  vain, 
And  all  in  vain  our  fear : 

Our  stubborn  sins  will  fight  and  reign, 
If  love  be  absent  there. 

3  'Tis  love  that  makes  our  cheerful  feet 
In  swift  obedience  move ; 

The  devils  know,  and  tremble  too  ; 
But  they  can  never  love. 

4  This  is  the  grace  that  lives  and  sings 
When  faith  and  hope  shall  cease ; 

'Tis  this  shall  strike  our  joyful  strings 
In  the  sweet  realms  of  bliss. 


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C.  M.  Beddome. 

Christ  our  Model. 
IN  duties  and  in  sufferings  too, 

Thy  path,  my  Lord,  I^d  trace ; 
As  thou  hast  done,  so  would  I  do, 

Depending  on  thy  grace. 
Inflamed  with  zeal,  Hwas  thy  delight 

To  do  thy  Father's  will ; 
0,  may  that  zeal  my  soul  excite 
Thy  precepts  to  fulfil. 
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THE   CHRISTIAN   LIFE. 

3  Unsullied  meekness,  truth,  and  love, 
Through  all  thy  conduct  shine  ; 
0,  may  my  whole  deportment  prove 
A  copy,  Lord,  of  thine. 

.      S.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

Responsibility, 

1  A  CHARGE  to  keep  I  have— 

The  Lord  to  glorify, 
Who  died  my  ruined  soul  to  save, 
And  fit  it  for  the  sky. 

2  Let  all  my  powers  engage, 

This  calling  to  fulfil ; 
To  serve  and  bless  the  present  age, 
And  do  my  Master's  will. 

3  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  thy  sight  to  live  ; 
And  thus  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare, 
A  strict  account  to  give  I 

4  Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  thy  grace  rely  ; 
0,  let  me  ne'er  my  trust  betray, 
But  faithful  live  and  die. 


m. 


C  M.  Watts. 

Spiritual  Sloth  Heproved. 
L  MY  drowsy  powers,  why  sleep  ye  so  ? 
Awake,  my  sluggish  soul  1 
Nothing  has  half  thy  work  to  do. 
Yet  nothing's  half  so  dull. 
I  Go  to  the  ants, — for  one  poor  grain 
See  how  they  toil  and  strive  ; 
Yet  we,  who  have  a  heaven  t'  obtain, 
How  negligent  we  live  I 

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SOCIAL  WORSHIP, 

3  "We,  for  whom  God  the  Son  came  down 

And  labored  for  our  good — 
How  careless  to  secure  that  crown 
He  purchased  with  his  blood  1 

4  Lord,  shall  we  lie  so  sluggish  still, 

And  never  act  our  parts  ? 
Come,  holy  Dove,  from  th'  heavenly  hill. 
And  melt  our  frozen  hearts. 

5  Give  us  with  active  zeal  to  move, 

With  vigorous  souls  to  rise  ; 
With  hands  of  faith,  and  wings  of  love, 
To  fly  and  take  the  prize. 

2r^r\  L.    M.  StEKLU. 

UUt  Choosing  Christ's  Service. 

1  MAY  I  resolve,  with  all  my  heart, 

With  all  my  powers  to  serve  the  Lord ; 
Nor  from  his  precepts  e'er  depart, 
Whose  service  is  a  rich  reward. 

2  0,  be  his  service  all  my  joy ; 

Around  let  my  example  shine. 
Till  others  love  the  blest  employ, 
And  join  in  labors  so  divine. 

3  Be  this  the  purpose  of  my  soul, 

My  solemn,  my  determined  choice— 
To  yield  to  his  supreme  control. 
And  in  his  kind  commands  rejoice. 

4  0  may  I  never  faint  nor  tire,  ■ 

Nor,  wandering,  leave  his  sacred  ways ; 
Great  God,  accept  my  souPs  desire. 

And  give  me  strength  to  live  thy  praise. 
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^^.  C.   M.  Watts- 

/jV  !•  Not  Ashamed  of  Christ, 

1  I'M  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord, 

Or  to  defend  his  cause  ; 
Maintain  the  honor  of  his  word, 
The  glory  of  his  cross. 

2  Jesus,  my  God,  I  know  his  name— 

His  name  is  all  my  trust ; 
Nor  will  he  put  my  soul  to  shame, 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  lost. 

3  Firm  as  his  throne  his  promise  stands, 

And  he  can  well  secure 
What  I've  committed  to  his  hands, 
Till  the  decisive  hour. 

4  Then  will  he  own  my  worthless  name 

Before  his  Father's  face, 
And  in  the  new  Jerusalem 
Appoint  my  soul  a  place. 

L.     M.  DODDRIDGBi 

Living  to  Christ, 

1  MY  gracious  Lord,  I  own  thy  right 

To  every  service  I  can  pay, 
And  call  it  my  supreme  delight 
To  hear  thy  dictates  and  obey. 

2  What  is  my  being  but  for  thee — 

Its  sure  support,  its  noblest  end  ? 
'Tis  my  delight  thy  face  to  see. 

And  serve  the  cause  of  such  a  Friend. 

3  'Tis  to  my  Saviour  I  would  live — 

To  him  who  for  my  ransom  died ; 
Nor  could  all  worldly  honor  give 
Such  bliss  as  crowns  me  at  his  side. 
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SOCIAL   WORSHIP. 

4  His  work  my  hoary  age  shall  bless, 
When  youthful  vigor  is  no  more, 
And  my  last  hour  of  life  confess 
His  saving  love,  his  glorious  powen 

Q/^Q  6^S  &  5's.      Ch.  Melodist, 

ZvOt  Firm  and  Faithful 

1  BE  firm  and  be  faithful. 

Desert  not  the  right, 
The  brave  become  bolder 

The  darker  the  night  I 
Then  up  and  be  doing, 

Though  cowards  may  fail ; 
Thy  duty  pursuing, 

Dare  all,  and  prevaiL 

2  If  scorn  be  thy  portion, 

If  hatred  and  loss, 
If  stripes  and  if  prisons, 

Remember  the  Cross  I 
Desert  life  or  treasure. 

But  never  the  right ; 
The  pain  shall  give  pleasure, 

And  God  shall  requite. 

L.  M.  Watts. 

Exemplifying  the  Gospel, 
SO  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 
The  holy  gospel  we  profess ; 
So  let  our  works  and  virtues  shine, 
To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine. 

Thus  shall  we  best  proclaim  abroad, 
The  honors  of  our  Saviour  God, 
When  his  salvation  reigns  within. 
And  grace  subdues  the  power  of  sin, 
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THE   CHRISTIAN   LIFE. 

3  Religion  bears  our  spirits  up, 
While  we  expect  that  blessed  hope, 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord, 
And  faith  stands  leaning  on  his  word. 

C.     M.  DoDDRIDGg. 

Opposing  Iniquity, 

1  THE  Lord  on  mortal  worms  looks  down 

From  his  celestial  throne ; 
And,  when  the  wicked  swarm  around, 
He  well  discerns  his  own. 

2  He  sees  the  tender  hearts  that  mourn 

The  scandals  of  the  times, 
And  join  their  efforts  to  oppose 
The  wide-prevailing  crimes. 

3  Low  to  the  social  band  he  bows 

His  still  attentive  ear ; 
And,  while  his  angels  sing  around. 
Delights  their  voice  to  hear. 

4  The  chronicles  of  heaven  shall  keep 

Their  words  in  transcript  fair ; 
In  the  Redeemer's  book  of  life, 
Their  names  recorded  are. 


266. 


S.   M.  ^    SiGOURKET. 

The  CJiristian  a  Laborer, 

1  LABORERS  of  Christ  arise. 

And  gird  you  for  the  toil ; 
The  dew  of  promise  from  the  skies 
Already  cheers  the  soil. 

2  Be  faith,  which  looks  above, 

With  prayer,  your  constant  guest. 
And  wrap  the  Saviour's  changeless  love 
A  mantle  round  3^our  breast. 
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SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

3  So  shall  you  share  the  wealth 
That  earth  may  ne^er  despoil, 
And  the  blest  gospel's  saving  health, 
Kepay  your  arduous  toil. 

Qarf  S's  &  7's.        Ch.  Psalmist. 

AJ\)t»  Sowing  and  Reaping. 

1  HE  that  goeth  forth  with  weeping, 

Bearing  still  the  precious  seed, 
Never  tiring,  never  sleeping, 
All  his  labor  shall  succeed. 

2  When  shall  fall  the  rain  of  heaven, 

And  the  sun  of  mercy  shine  ; 
Precious  fruits  will  then  be  given, 
Through  an  influence  all  divine. 

3  Sow  thy  seed,  be  never  weary, 

Let  no  fears  thy  mind  employ  ; 
Be  the  prospect  e'er  so  dreary, 
Thou  shalt  reap  the  fruits  of  joy. 

4  Lo,  the  scene  of  verdure  brightening, 

See  the  rising  grain  appear  ; 
Look  again  !  the  fields  are  whitening ; 
Sure  the  harvest  time  is  near. 


268. 


S.  M.  Montgomery. 

Sowing  Ever. 

1  SOW  in  the  morn  thy  seed ; 

At  eve  hold  not  thy  hand ; 
To  doubt  and  fear  give  thou  no  heed ; 
Broadcast  it  o'er  the  land. 

2  And  duly  shall  appear, 

In  verdure,  beauty,  strength. 
The  tender  blade,  the  stalk,  the  ear, 
And  the  full  corn  at  length. 
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3  Thou  canst  not  toil  in  vain  ; 

Cold,  heat,  and  moist,  and  dr/, 
Shall  foster  and  mature  the  grain 
For  garners  in  the  sky. 

4  Thence,  when  the  glorious  end, 

The  day  of  God,  shall  come, 
The  angel  reapers  shall  descend, 
And  heaven  cry,  "  Harvest  home  V 

CyOQ  S*   -^  DODDRIDGB. 

jCiUu*         The  Christiana  Watcher. 

1  YE  sei-vants  of  the  Lord, 

Each  in  his  office  wait ; 
With  joy  obey  his  heavenly  word, 
And  watch  before  his  gate. 

2  Let  all  your  lamps  be  bright, 

And  trim  the  golden  flame  ; 
Gird  up  your  loins,  as  in  his  sight, 
For  awful  is  his  name. 

3  Watch  ! — 'tis  your  Lord's  command ; 

And  while  we  speak,  he's  near, 
Mark  every  signal  of  his  hand. 
And  ready  all  appear. 

3  0,  happy  servant  he, 

In  such  a  posture  found ! 
He  shall  his  Lord  with  rapture  see. 
And  be  with  honor  crowned. 

QrvA  C.  M.  Steelb. 

^  •  U.         The  Watcher  Strengthened, 
1  ALAS  !  what  hourly  dangers  risel 
What  snares  beset  my  wjiy  ! 
To  heaven  0  let  me  lift  my  eyea 
A  nd  hourly  watch  and  pray. 
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SOCIAL   WORSHIP. 

2  0  gracious  God,  in  whom  I  live, 

My  feeble  efforts  aid ; 
Help  me  to  watch,  and  pray,  and  strive, 
Though  trembling  and  afraid. 

3  Increase  my  faith,  increase  my  hope, 

When  foes  and  fears  prevail ; 
And  bear  my  fainting  spirit  up, 
Or  soon  my  strength  will  fail. 

4  0  keep  me  in  thy  heavenly  way, 

And  bid  the  tempter  flee ; 

And  let  me  never,  never  stray 

From  happiness  and  thee. 


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L.  M.  Watts. 

The  Christian  Race* 

1  AWAKE,  our  souls  ;  away  our  fears ; 

Let  every  trembling  thought  be  gone ; 
Awake,  and  run  the  heavenly  race, 
And  put  a  cheerful  courage  on. 

2  True,  His  a  strait  and  thorny  road, 

And  mortal  spirits  tire  and  faint ; 
But  they  forget  the  mighty  God, 

Who  feeds  the  strength  of  every  saint. 

3  From  thee,  the  overflowing  spring. 

Our  souls  shall  drink  a  full  supply ; 
While  those  who  trust  their  native  strength 
Shall  melt  away,  and  droop,  and  die. 

3  Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  air, 

We^ll  mount  aloft  to  thine  abode ; 
On  wings  of  love  our  souls  shall  fly. 
Nor  tire  amid  the  heavenly  road. 
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THE  CHRISTIAN  LIFE. 

Qrvo  C.  M.  Watts. 

/J  I  4f9  Prayer  against  Loitering, 

1  MY  soul  lies  cleaving  to  the  dust ; 

Lord,  give  me  life  divine ; 
From  vain  desires,  and  every  lust, 
Turn  off  these  eyes  of  mine. 

2  I  need  the  influence  of  thy  grace, 

To  speed  me  in  thy  way, 
Lest  I  should  loiter  in  my  race, 
Or  turn  my  feet  astray. 

3  Are  not  thy  mercies  sovereign  still, 

And  thou  a  faithful  God  ? 
Wilt  thou  not  grant  me  warmer  zeal, 
To  run  the  heavenly  road? 

4  Does  not  my  heart  thy  precepts  love, 

And  long  to  see  thy  face  ? 
And  yet  how  slow  my  spirits  move, 
Without  enlivening  grace ! 

5  Then  shall  I  love  thy  gospel  more, 

And  ne'er  forget  thy  word. 
When  I  have  felt  its  quickening  power, 
To  draw  me  near  the  Lord. 

Qryo  ^'  ^^*  Doddridge. 

/6  I  Ot  Pressing  to  the  Goal, 

1  AWAKE  my  soul ;  stretch  every  nerve, 

And  press  with  vigor  on ; 
A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 
And  an  immortal  crown. 

2  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around, 

Hold  thee  in  full  survey ;  ^ 

Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 
And  onward  urge  thy  way. 
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274. 


SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

3  'Tis  God's  all-animating  voice 

That  calls  thee  from  on  high  ; 
'Tis  his  own  hand  presents  the  prize, 
To  thine  uplifted  eye. 

4  That  prize,  with  peerless  glories  bright, 

"Which  shall  new  lustre  boast, 
When  victors'  wreaths  and  monarchs'  gems 
Shall  blend  in  common  dust. 

C.  M.  Watts 

The  Christian  a  Soldier. 

1  AM  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 
A  follower  of  the  Lamb  ? 

And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  2 

2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 
On  flowery  beds  of  ease, 

While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize. 
And  sailed  through  bloody  seas  ? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 
Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 

Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace. 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 

4  Sure  I  must  fight,  if  I  would  reign ; 
Increase  my  courage,  Lord ; 

I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 


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^  S.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

0  •  The  Soldier  Armed, 

1  SOLDIERS  of  Christ,  arise, 
And  gird  your  armor  on. 
Strong  in  the  strength  which  God  supplies 
Through  his  eternal  Son, 
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THE   CHRISTIAN   LIFE. 

2  Strong  in  the  Lerd  of  hosts, 

And  in  his  mighty  power, 
The  man  who  in  the  Sa\dour  trusts 
Is  more  tlian  conqueror. 

3  Stand,  then,  in  his  great  might, 

With  all  his  strength  endued, 
And  take,  to  arm  you  for  the  fight, 
The  panoply  of  God. 

Oiyo  S.  M.  Heath 

^iVt  The  Soldier  on  his  Guard, 

1  MY  soul,  be  on  thy  guard  ; 

Ten  thousand  foes  arise  ; 
The  hosts  of  sin  are  pressing  hard 
To  di-aw  thee  from  the  skies. 

2  0,  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray ; 

The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er ; 
Renew  it  boldly  every  day, 
And  help  divine  implore. 

3  Ne'er  think  the  victory  won. 

Nor  lay  thine  armor  down ; 
Thy  ardous  work  will  not  be  done 
Till  thou  obtain  thy  crown. 

4  Fight  on,  my  soul,  till  death 

Shall  bring  thee  to  thy  God  ; 
He'll  take  thee  at  thy  parting  breath, 
To  his  divine  abode. 

^rrrf  ^'  ^^*  Stexnett. 

/ill*  The  Alarm. 

1  MY  Captain  sounds  the  alarm  of  war ; 
*'  Awake,  the  powers  of  hell  are  near  ! 
To  arms  !  to  arms  !"  I  hear  him  cry, 
'Tis  yours  to  conquer  or  to  die  T' 
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SOCIAL  WOUSHIP. 

2  Roused  by  the  animating  sound, 
I  cast  my  eager  eyes  around, 
Make  haste  to  gird  my  armor  on. 
And  bid  each  trembling  fear  begone, 

3  Hope  is  my  helmet ;  faith  my  shield  ; 
Thy  word,  my  God,  the  sword  I  wield  ; 
With  sacred  truth  my  loins  are  girt, 
And  holy  zeal  inspires  my  heart. 

4  Thus  armed,  I  venture  on  the  fight, 
Kesolved  to  put  my  foes  to  flight ; 
While  Jesus  kindly  deigns  to  spread 
His  conquering  banner  o'er  my  head, 

5  In  him  I  hope  ;  in  him  I  trust ; 
His  bleeding  cross  is  all  my  boast ; 
Through  troops  of  foes  he'll  lead  me  on 
To  victory,  and  the  victor's  crown. 

070  L.  M.  Watts, 

/i  I  O  •  The  March. 

1  STAND  up,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears. 

And  gird  the  gospel  armor  on ; 
March  to  the  gates  of  endless  joy, 

Where  Jesus,  thy  great  Captain's  gone, 

2  Hell  and  thy  sins' resist  thy  course  ; 

But  hell  and  sin  are  vanquished  foes ; 
Thy  Saviour  nailed  them  to  the  cross, 
And  sung  the  triumph  when  he  rose, 

3  Then  let  my  soul  march  boldly  on, — 

Press  forward  to  the  heavenly  gate ; 
There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign, 

And  glittering  robes  for  conquerors  wait. 

4  There  shall  I  wear  a  starry  crown, 

And  triumph  in  almighty  grace; 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  skies 
Join  in  my  glorious  Leader's  prai^, 
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THE   CHRISTIAN  LIFE.  / 

/i  lv»  The  Battle, 

1  SOLDIERS  of  the  cross,  arise ! 
Lo  !  your  Leader  from  the  skies, 
Waves  before  you  glory's  prize, 

The  prize  of  victory. 
Seize  your  armor — gird  it  on  ; 
Now  the  battle  will  be  won  ; 
See  !  the  strife  will  soon  be  done  ; 

Then  struggle  manfully. 

2  Jesus  conquered  when  he  fell, 

Met  and  vanquished  earth  and  hell ; 
Now  he  leads  you  on,  to  swell 

The  triumphs  of  his  cross. 
Though  all  earth  and  hell  appear, 
Who  will  doubt,  or  who  can  fear  ? 
God  our  strength  and  shield  is  near ; 

We  cannot  lose  our  cause. 

3  Onward,  then,  ye  hosts  of  God  ! 
Jesus  points  the  victor's  rod — 
Follow  where  your  Leader  trod ; 

You  soon  shall  see  his  face. 
Soon,  your  enemies  all  slain, 
Crowns  of  glory  you  shall  gain ; 
Rise  to  join  that  glorious  train. 

Who  shout  their  Saviour's  praise. 

9QA  8's,  7's  &  4.  M.  WiLKs. 

COU.  The  Victory, 

1  Hallelujah  !  victory,  victory  ! 

Lift  the  conqueror's  song  on  high  I 
Jesus  drives  the  foe  before  us, 
Lo,  the  powers  of  darkness  fly  ; 

Hallelujah, 
Now  our  joyful  hearts  reply. 

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SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

2  Long  and  fierce  has  been  the  confiict ; 

Long  the  issue  hung  in  doubt ; 
Hell  united  all  its  forces  ; 

All  were  foiled  and  put  to  rout: 

Hallelujah- 
Raise  to  heaven  the  rapturous  shout. 

3  Hallelujah — to  the  Saviour ! 

Let  the  triumph  widely  spread, 
'Twas  his  precious  blood-stained  banner 
Struck  the  raging  foe  with  dread, 

Hallelujah — 
Satan  saw  the  cross,  and  fled ! 

2Q  -j  S.    M.  MONTGOMERT. 

O  1 .  The  Soldier  at  Rest, 

1  SERVANT  of  God,  well  done  ; 

Rest  from  thy  loved  employ : 
The  battle  fought,  the  victory  won, 
Enter.thy  Master's  joy. 

2  The  pains  of  death  are  past ; 

Labor  and  sorrow  cease  ; 
And,  life's  long  warfare  closed  at  last, 
Thy  soul  is  K>und  in  peace. 

3  Soldier  of  Christ,  well  done  ; 

Praise  be  thy  new  employ  ; 
And  while  eternal  ages  run, 
Rest  in  thy  Saviour's  joy. 


Vin.—  SORROWS  AND  JOYS. 

L.  M.  Steele. 

Backsliding, 
1  AH !  wretched,  vile,  ungrateful  heart, 
That  can  from  Jesus  thus  depart  1 
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SORROWS  AND  JOYS. 

Thus  fond  of  trifles,  widely  rove, 
Forgetful  of  a  Saviour's  love. 

2  Dear  Lord,  to  thee  I  would  return, 
And  at  thy  feet,  repentant,  mourn  : 
There  let  me  view  thy  pardoning  love, 
And  never  from  thy  sight  remove. 

3  0,  let  thy  love,  with  sweet  control, 
Bind  every  passion  of  my  soul ; 
Bid  every  vain  desire  depart, 
And  dwell  for  ever  in  my  heart. 

Onq  C.  M.  Watts. 

>6  O  O  t        Hardness  of  Heart  Deplored, 

1  MY  heart,  how  dreadful  hard  it  is, 

How  heavy  here  it  lies. 
Heavy  and  cold  within  my  breast, 
Just  like  a  rock  of  ice. 

2  How  seldom  do  I  rise  to  God, 

Or  taste  the  joys  above ; 
This  mountain  presses  down  my  faith, 
And  chills  my  flaming  love. 

3  When  smiling  mercy  courts  my  soul 

With  all  its  heavenly  charms, 
This  stubborn,  this  relentless  thing, 
Would  thrust  it  from  my  arms. 

6  Dear  Saviour,  steep  this  rock  of  mine 
In  thine  own  crimson  sea ; 
None  but  a  bath  of  blood  divine 
Can  melt  the  flint  away. 

L.   M.  Harrison. 

Indwelling  Sin  Lamented. 
1  0,  COULD  I  find  some  peaceful  bower, 
Where  sin  has  neither  place  nor  power  ; 
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284. 


SOCIAL   WORSHIP. 

This  traitor  vile  I  fain  would  sliun, 
But  cannot  from  its  presence  run. 

2  When  to  the  throne  of  grace  I  flee, 
It  stands  between  my  God  and  me ; 
Where'er  I  rove,  wherever  I  rest, 

I  feel  it  working  in  my  breast. 

3  When  I  attempt  to  soar  above, 

To  view  the  heights  of  Jesus'  love, 
This  monster  seems  to  mount  the  skies, 
And  veil  his  glory  from  my  eyes. 

4  Lord,  free  me  from  this  deadly  foe, 
Which  keeps  my  faith  and  hope  so  low ; 
I  long  to  dwell  in  heaven  my  home, 
Where  not  one  sinful  thought  can  come. 

7's,  6's  &  8.  C.  Wesley. 

The  Backslider's  Prayer, 

JESUS,  let  thy  pitying  eye 

Call  back  a  wandering  sheep ; 
False  to  thee,  like  Peter,  I 

Would  fain  like  Peter  weep. 
Let  me  be  by  grace  restored ; 

On  me  be  all  long-suffering  shown ; 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me.  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

Saviour,  Prince,  enthroned  above, 

Repentance  to  impart, 
Give  me,  through  thy  dying  love. 

The  humble,  contrite  heart. 
This  I  should  have  long  implored. 

For  thou  hast  all  my  vileness  known ; 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 
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3  See  me,  Saviour,  from  above, 

Nor  suffer  me  to  die ; 
Life  and  happiness  and  love 

Smile  in  thy  gracious  eye : 
Speak  the  reconciling  word, 

And  let  thy  mercy  melt  me  down  ; 
Turn  and  look  upon  me,  Lord, 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

r\Qn  C.  M.  Steele. 

>000.  Pardon  Implored. 

1  HOW  oft,  alas  !  this  wretched  heart 

Has  wandered  from  the  Lord  ! 
How  oft  my  roving  thoughts  depart, 
Forgetful  of  his  word  ! 

2  Yet  sovereign  mercy  calls,  "  Return  '/' 

Dear  Lord,  and  may  I  come  ? 
My  vile  ingratitude  I  mourn  ; 
0,  take  the  wanderer  home. 

3  And  canst  thou,  wilt  thou,  yet  forgive, 

And  bid  my  crimes  remove  ? 

And  shall  a  pardoned  rebel  live 

To  speak  thy  wondrous  love  ? 

4  Thy  pardoning  love,  so  free,  so  sweet, 

Dear  Saviour,  I  adore  ; 
0,  keep  me  at  thy  sacred  feet, 
And  let  me  rove  no  more. 


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C.   M.  Newton 

Will  ye  aha  go  away  ? 
WHEN  any  turn  from  Zion's  way, 

Alas !  what  numbers  do ! 
Methinks  I  hear  my  Saviour  say, 
"  Wilt  thou  forsake  me  too  V 

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SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

2  Ah,  Lord  !  with  such  a  heart  as  mine. 

Unless  thou  hold  me  fast, 
I  feel  I  must,  I  shall  decline, 
And  prove  like  them  at  last. 

3  Yet,  thou  alone  hast  power,  I  know, 

To  save  a  wretch  like  me  ; 
To  whom,  or  whither  could  I  go, 
If  I  should  turn  from  thee  ? 

4  No  voice  but  thine  can  give  me  rest, 

And  bid  my  fears  depart ; 
No  love  but  thine  can  make  me  blest, 
And  satisfy  my  heart. 

5  What  anguish  has  that  question  stirred 

If  I  will  also  go  ? 
Yet,  Lord,  relying  on  thy  word, 
I  humbly  answer — No  ! 

r-|  Q  Q  7 '  S.  Newtoxf. 

;^  O  O  •  Spiritual  Depression, 

1  ONCE  I  thought  my  mountain  strong, 

Firmly  fixed  no  more  to  move ; 
Then  my  Saviour  was  my  song. 

Then  my  soul  was  filled  with  love ; 
Those  were  happy,  golden  days. 
Sweetly  spent  in  prayer  and  praise. 

2  Little  then  myself  I  knew, 

Little  thought  of  Satan^s  power ; 
Now  I  feel  my  sins  anew ; 

Now  I  feel  the  stormy  hour  I 
Sin  has  put  my  joys  to  flight; 
'  Sin  has  turned  my  day  to  night. 

3  Saviour,  shine  and  cheer  my  soul. 

Bid  my  dying  hopes  revive ; 


SORROWS   AND  JOYS. 

Make  my  wounded  spirit  whole, 
Far  away  the  tempter  drive ; 
Speak  the  word  and  set  me  free, 
Let  me  live  alone  to  th^e. 

^Q(\  8'S.  TOPLADY. 

/u(ju»  Faith  Fainting, 

1  ENCOMPASSED  with  clouds  of  distress, 

Just  ready  all  hope  to  resign, 
I  pant  for  the  light  of  thy  face, 

And  fear  it  will  never  be  mine : 
Disheartened  with  waiting  so  long, 

I  sink  at  thy  feet  with  my  load ; 
All  plaintive  I  pour  out  my  song, 

And  stretch  forth  my  hands  unto  God. 

2  Shine,  Lord,  and  my  terror  shall  cease  ; 

The  blood  of  atonement  apply ; 
And  lead  me  to  Jesus  for  peace — 

The  rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 
Almighty  to  rescue  thou  art ; 

Thy  grace  is  my  shield  and  my  tower ; 
0  visit  and  gladden  my  heart ; 

Let  this  be  the  day  of  thy  power. 

^rx^  C.   M.  Newton. 

/CuyJ*     Mourning  over  departed  Comforts. 

1  SWEET  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt 

The  Saviour's  pardoning  blood 
Applied  to  cleanse  my  soul  from  guilt, 
And  bring  me  home  to  God. 

2  Soon  as  the  morn  the  light  revealed, 

His  praises  tuned  my  tongue ; 
And  when  the  evening  shades  prevailed, 
His  love  was  all  my  song. 
175 


SOCIAL   WORSHIP. 

3  In  prayer  my  soul  drew  near  the  Lord, 

And  saw  his  glory  shine ; 
And  when  I  read  his  holy  word, 
I  called  each  promise  mine. 

4  But  now,  when  evening  shade  prevails, 

My  soul  in  darkness  mourns  ; 
And  when  the  morn  the  light  reveals, 
,  No  light  to  me  returns. 
6  Rise,  Lord,  and  help  me  to  prevail ; 
0,  make  my  soul  thy  care : 
I  know  thy  mercy  cannot  fail ; 
Let  me  that  mercy  share. 

Q(\t  CM.  CoVfPER 

AJV  x*  Nearness  to  God  desired. 

1  0  FOR  a  closer  walk  with  God  ! 

A  calm  and  heavenly  frame, 

A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road, 

That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb  ! 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew 

When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  ? 
Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus  and  his  word  ? 

3  What  peaceful  hours  I  then  enjoyed  I 

How  sweet  their  memory  still ! 
But  they  have  left  an  aching  void. 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4  Return,  0  holy  Dove,  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest ; 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be. 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  tiiee. 
176 


SORROWS  AND  JOYS. 

6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 
Calm  and  serene  my  frame  ; 
So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

QQQ  ll's  &  8's.  Swain. 

/JVU*      Longing  for  Christ  in  Darkness^ 

1  0  THOU  in  whose  presence  my  soul  takes  delight, 

On  whom  in  affliction  I  call ; 
My  comfort  by  day,  and  my  song  in  the  night, 
My  hope,  my  salvation,  my  all. 

2  Where  dost  thou  at  noon-tide  resort  with  thy  sheep. 

To  feed  on  the  pastures  of  love  ? 
Say,  why  in  the  valley  of  death  should  I  weep, 
Or  alone  in  the  wilderness  rove  ? 

8  0,  why  should  I  wander  an  alien  from  thee. 
Or  cry  in  the  desert  for  bread  ? 
Thy  foes  will  rejoice  when  my  sorrows  they  see^ 
And  smile  at  the  tears  I  have  shed. 
4  Restore,  my  dear  Saviour,  the  light  of  thy  fac€^    • 
Thy  soul-cheering  favor  impart : 
And  let  the  sweet  tokens  of  thy  saving  grace, 
Bring  joy  to  my  desolate  heart. 

Qi-vQ  8's.  Newton. 

^JVOt       Chrisfs  Presence  the  only  Joy, 

1  HOW  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours, 

When  Jesus  no  longer  I  see ; 
Sweet  prospects,  sweet  birds,  and  sweet  flowers. 

Have  all  lost  their  sweetness  to  me : 
His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume, 

And  sweeter  than  music  his  voice ; 
His  presence  disperses  my  gloom, 

And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice. 

2  I  should,  were  he  always  thus  nigh, 

Have  nothing  to  wish  or  to  fear ; 
12  177 


SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

No  mortal  so  happy  as  I, — 

My  summer  would  last  all  the  year. 
Content  with  beholding  his  face, 

My  all  to  his  pleasure  resigned ; 
No  changes  of  season  or  place 

Would  make  any  change  in  my  mind* 

Dear  Lord,  if  indeed  I  am  thine, 

If  thou  art  my  sun  and  my  song, 
Say,  why  do  I  languish  and  pine  ? 

And  why  are  my  winters  so  long  ? 
0,  drive  these  dark  clouds  from  my  sky, 

Thy  soul-cheering  presence  restore, 
Or  take  me  unto  thee  on  high, 

Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no  more. 


294 


7's,  C.  Wesley. 

Christ  the  only  Refuge, 

1  JESUS!  lover  of  my  soul. 

Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  raging  billows  roll, 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high ; 
Hide  me,  0  my  Saviour !  hide. 

Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past ; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide  ; 

0,  receive  my  soul  at  last ! 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none, — 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee ! 
Leave,  ah  !  leave  me  not  alone  I 

Still  support  and  comfort  me ; 
AH  my  trust  on  thee  is  stayed ; 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring ; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 
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SORROWS  AND   JOYS. 

Thou,  0  Christ,  art  all  I  want ; 

All  in  all  in  thee  I  find ; 
Kaise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 

Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind ; 
Just  and  holy  is  thy  name, 

I  am  all  unrighteousness  ; 
Vile,  and  full  of  sin  I  am, 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

C.    M.  BURNHAM. 

•  "  Lord^  Remeviher  J/e." 

1  JESUS,  thou  art  the  sinner's  friend, 

As  such  I  look  to  thee ; 
Now  in  the  fulness  of  thy  love, 

0  Lord,  remember  me. 

2  llemember  thy  pure  word  of  grace, 

Kemember  Calvary ; 
llemember  all  thy  dying  groans. 
And  then  remember  me. 

3  Thou  wondrous  advocate  with  God, 

1  yield  myself  to  thee, 

While  thou  art  sitting  on  thy  throne, 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 

4  I  own  I'm  guilty,  own  I'm  vile. 

Yet  thy  salvation's  free ; 
Then  in  thy  all  abounding  grace. 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 

5  Ilowe'er  forsaken  or  distressed, 

Howe'er  oppressed  I  be, 
Howe'er  afflicted  here  on  earth, 
Do  thou  remember  me. 
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SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

6  And  when  I  close  my  eyes  in  death, 
And  creature-helps  all  flee, 
Then,  0  my  dear  Redeemer,  God, 
I  pray  remember  me. 


296. 


7^S.  TOPLADY. 

Christ  the  Each  of  Ages, 

1  ROCK  of  ages,  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee ; 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood. 
From  thy  side,  a  healing  flood, 
Be  of  sin  the  double  cure, — 

Save  from  wrath,  and  make  me  pure. 

2  Should  my  tears  for  ever  flow, 
Should  my  zeal  no  languor  know, 
All  for  sin  could  not  atone  ; 
Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone ; 
In  my  hand  no  price  I  bring  ; 
Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling. 

3  "While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  mine  eyelids  close  in  death. 
When  I  rise  to  worlds  unknown, 
See  thee  on  thy  judgment  throne, — •, 
Rock  of  ages  cleft  for  me. 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee, 


297. 


6's  &  5^s.  Sac.  Songs. 


I  WHY  that  look  of  sadness  ? 
Why  that  downcast  eye  ? 
Can  no  thought  of  gladness 
Lift  thy  soul  on  high  ? 
180 


298. 


SORROWS  AND  JOYS. 

0  thou  heir  of  heaven, 

Think  of  Jesus^  love, 
While  to  thee  is  given 

All  his  grace  to  prove. 

Is  thy  burdened  spirit 

Agonized  for  sin? 
Think  of  Jesus^  merit ; 

He  can  make  thee  clean  ; 
Think  of  Calvary's  mountain, 

Where  his  blood  was  spilt ; 
In  that  precious  fountain 

Wash  away  thy  guilt. 

Is  thy  spirit  drooping  ? 

Is  the  tempter  near? 
Still  in  Jesus  hoping, 

What  hast  thou  to  fear  ? 
Set  the  prize  before  thee, 

Gird  thy  armor  on  ; 
Heir  of  grace  and  glory, 

Struggle  for  thy  crown, 

S.    M.  TOPLADY. 

Trust. 
WHEN  we  in  darkness  walk, 

Nor  feel  the  heavenly  flame ; 
Then  is  the  time  to  trust  our  God, 

And  rest  upon  his  name. 
Soon  shall  our  doubts  and  fears 

Subside  at  his  control ; 
His  loving  kindness  shall  break  through 

The  midnight  of  the  soul. 
Blest  is  the  man,  0  God, 

That  stays  himself  on  thee  ! 
Who  wait  for  thy  salvation,  Lord, 

Shall  thy  salvation  see. 

181  16 


299. 


SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

5's  &  6's.  Newton. 

Unbelief  Banished. 
.  BEGONE,  unbelief! 
My  Saviour  is  near ; 
And  for  mj  relief 

Will  surely  appear ; 
By  prayer  let  me  wrestle, 

And  he  will  perform ; 
With  Christ  in  the  vessel, 
I  smile  at  the  storm. 
\  Determined  to  save, 

He  watched  o'er  my  path, 
When  Satan's  blind  slave, 

I  sported  with  death ; 
And  can  he  have  taught  me 

To  trust  in  his  name, 
And  thus  far  have  brought  me, 
To  put  me  to  shame  ? 

1  Though  dark  be  my  way, 

Since  he  is  my  guide, 
'Tis  mine  to  obey, 

'Tis  his  to  provide ; 
His  way  was  much  rougher. 

And  darker  than  mine ; 
Did  Jesus  thus  suffer, 

And  shall  I  repine  ? 

:  His  love,  in  time  past, 
Forbids  me  to  think. 
He'll  leave  me  at  last 
In  trouble  to  sink ; 
Though  painful  at  present, 
'Twill  cease  before  long. 
And  then,  0,  how  pleasant 
The  conqueror's  song  I 
182 


SORROWS  AND  JOYS. 

8  p.  p.  II'S.  KiKKHAM. 

UU«  The  Finn  Foundation, 

1  HOW  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord, 
Is  laid  for  your  faith  in  his  excellent  word  I 
What  more  can  he  say  than  to  you  he  hath  said— 
You  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  have  fled? 

2  "  In  every  condition — in  sickness,  in  health ; 
In  poverty's  vale,  or  abounding  in  wealth ; 

B  At  home  and  abroad ;  on  the  land,  on  the  sea, — 

-   As  thy  day  may  demand,  shall  thy  strength  ever  be» 

3  "  E'en  down  to  old  age,  all  my  people  shall  prove 
My  sovereign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love ; 

And  when  hoary  hairs  shall  their  temples  adorn, 
Like  lambs  they  shall  still  in  my  bosom  be  borne. 

4  "The  soul  that  on  Jesus  hath  leaned  for  repose, 
I  will  not,  I  will  not,  desert  to  ita  foes : 

That  soul,  though  all  hell  should  endeavor  to  shake, 
I'll  never,  no,  never,  no,  never,  forsake!" 


301. 


7's.  Newton. 

Self -questioning, 

1  'TIS  a  point  I  long  to  know, 

Oft  it  causes  anxious  thought, — 
Do  I  love  the  Lord,  or  no  ? 
Am  I  his,  or  am  I  not  ? 

2  If  I  love,  why  am  I  thus  ? 

Why  this  dull  and  lifeless  frame  ? 
Hardly,  sure,  can  they  be  worse. 
Who  have  never  heard  his  name. 

3  When  I  turn  my  eyes  within. 

All  is  dark,  and  vain,  and  wild ; 
Filled  with  unbelief  and  sin. 
Can  I  deem  myself  a  child? 
183 


SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

4  If  I  pray,  or  hear,  or  read, 
Sin  is  mixed  with  all  I  do  ; 
You  that  love  the  Lord  indeed, 
Tell  me  is  it  thus  with  you  ? 
6  Yet  I  mourn  my  stubborn  will, 
!Find  my  sin  a  grief  and  thrall ; 
Should  I  grieve  for  what  I  feel, 
If  I  did  not  love  at  all  ? 

6  Lord,  decide  the  doubtful  case ; 

Thou  who  art  thy  people's  sun, 
Shine  upon  thy  work  of  grace. 
If  it  be  indeed  begun. 

7  Let  me  love  thee  more  and  more, 

If  I  love  at  all,  I  pray  ; 
If  I  have  not  loved  before. 
Help  me  to  begin  to-day. 

8/^Q  7'S.  COWPER. 

U/6t  Christ  Questioning. 

1  HARK,  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord ! 
'Tis  thy  Saviour  ;  hear  his  word, 
Jesus  speaks,  and  speaks  to  thee , 

"  Say,  poor  sinner,  lovest  thou  me?'' 

2  "  I  delivered  thee  when  bound, 

And  when  bleeding,  healed  thy  wound, 
Sought  thee  wandering,  set  thee  right ; 
Turned  thy  darkness  into  light. 

3  **  Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 
Higher  than  the  heights  above. 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath, 
Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  death. 

4  "  Thou  shalt  see  my  glory  soon  ; 
When  thy  work  of  faith  is  done, 

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SORROWS  AND   JOYS. 

Partner  of  my  throne  shalt  be : 
Say,  poor  sinner,  lovest  thou  me  V^ 

5  Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint, 
That  my  love  is  still  so  faint, 
Yet  I  love  thee,  and  adore — 
0  for  grace  to  love  thee  more. 

^r\^  C    M.  DODDEIDGE. 

0U0»  The  Answer. 

1  DO  not  I  love  thee,  0  my  Lord  ? 

Behold  my  heart  and  see  ; 
And  turn  each  hateful  idol  out, 
That  dares  to  rival  thee. 

2  Do  not  I  love  thee  from  my  soul 

Then  let  me  nothing  love ; 

Dead  be  my  heart  to  every  joy, 

When  Jesus  cannot  move. 

3  Is  not  thy  name  melodious  still 

To  my  attentive  ear  ? 
Doth  not  each  pulse  with  pleasure  bound, 
My  Saviour's  voice  to  hear  ? 

4  Thou  know'st  I  love  thee,  dearest  Lord ; 

But  0,  I  long  to  soar 
Far. from  the  sphere  of  mortal  joys, 
And  learn  to  love  thee  more. 


804. 


7's,  6's,  &  8.  C.  Wesley. 

Christ  Crucified  our  AIL 
1  VAIK,  delusive  world  adieu. 
With  all  of  creature  good, 
Only  Jesus  I  pursue, 

Who  bought  me  with  his  blood  : 
185  16* 


SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

All  thy  pleasures  I  forego,  * 

I  trample  on  thy  wealth  and  pride, 

Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 
And  Jesus  crucified  ! 

Him  to  know  is  life  and  peace, 

And  pleasure  without  end, 
This  is  all  my  happiness, 

On  Jesus  to  depend  : 
Daily  in  his  grace  to  grow, 

And  ever  in  his  love  abide ; 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know, 

And  Jesus  crucified ! 

0  that  I  could  all  invite, 

This  saving  truth  to  prove  ; 
Show  the  length,  the  breadth,  the  height, 

And  depth  of  Jesus'  love  ; 
Fain  I  would  to  sinners  show, 

His  blood  by  faith  alone  applied. 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know. 

And  Jesus  crucified  ! 

v^  8's&7's.  Batty, 

OxJOt  Joy  at  the  Cross. 

1  SWEET  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing. 

Which  before  the  cross  I  spend  ; 

Life,  and  health,  and  peace  possessing, 

From  the  sinner's  dying  Friend. 

2  Love  and  grief,  my  heart  dividing, 

With  my  tears  his  feet  I'll  bathe ; 
Constant  still,  in  faith  abiding. 
Life  deriving  from  his  death. 

3  Truly  blessed  is  this  station, 

Low  before  his  cross  to  lie ; 
While  I  see  divine  compassion 
Beaming  in  his  gracious  eye, 
186 


Q 


SORROWS  AND  JOYS. 

4  Here  I'll  sit  for  ever  viewing 
Mercy  streaming  in  his  blood, 
Precious  drops,  my  soul  bedewing, 
Plead,  and  claim  my  peace  with  God. 

3r^p  8's  &   7's.  Anon. 

UU«    The  Longing  Flock,  and  the  Good  Shepherd. 

1  LET  thy  kingdom,  blessM  Saviour, 

Come,  and  bid  our  jarring  cease; 
Come,  0  come,  and  reign  for  ever, 

God  of  love,  and  Prince  of  peace. 
Visit  now  thy  precious  Zion, 

See  thy  people  mourn  and  weep  ; 
Day  and  night  thy  lambs  are  crying 

Come,  good  Shepherd,  feed  thy  sheep. 

2  Lord,  in  us  there  is  no  merit, 

WeVe  been  sinners  from  our  youth : 
Guide  us,  Lord,  by  thy  good  Spirit, 

That  shall  teach  us  all  thy  truth ; 
On  the  gospel  word  we'll  venture. 

Till  in  death's  cold  arms  we  sleep ; 
Love's  our  bond,  and  Christ  our  centre, 

Come,  good  Shepherd,  feed  thy  sheep. 

3  Hear  the  Prince  of  your  salvation, 

Saying,  "  Fear  not,  little  flock, 
I  myself  am  your  foundation. 

Ye  are  built  upon  this  rock  : 
Shun  the  paths  of  vice  and  folly, 

Near  your  Shepherd  constant  keep, 
Look  to  me  and  be  ye  holy, 

I  delight  to  feed  my  sheep.'' 

4  Christ  alone  our  souls  shall  rest  on, 

Taught  by  him  we  own  his  name ; 
Sweetest  of  all  names  is  Jesus, 
How  it  doth  our  hearts  inflame  I 
187 


SOCIAL   WORSHIP. 

Glory  !  glory  !  give  him  glory, 
Strong  is  he,  and  he  will  keep, 

He  will  clear  our  Vay  before  us, 
The  good  Shepherd  feeds  his  sheep. 

8fyj  L.  M.  Medley, 

U'  •  •  Chris fs  Loving  Kindness. 

1  AWAKE,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 
And  sing  thy  great  Redeemer's  praise ; 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me ; 
His  loving  kindness,  0,  how  free  I 

2  He  saw  me  ruined  by  the  fall, 

Yet  loved  me,  notwithstanding  all ; 
He  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate : 
His  loving  kindness,  0,  how  great ! 

3  Though  numerous  hosts  of  mighty  foes, 
Though  earth  and  hell,  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along : 

His  loving  kindness,  0,  how  strong ! 

4  I  often  feel  my  sinful  heart 
Prone  from  my  Saviour  to  depart ; 
But  though  I  oft  have  him  forgot. 
His  loving  kindness  changes  not. 

5  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale ; 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail ; 
0,  may  my  last,  expiring  breath 

His  loving  kindness  sing  in  death. 

6  Then  let  me  mount  and  soar  away 
To  the  bright  world  of  endless  day, 
And  sing,  with  rapture  and  surprise, 
His  loving  kindness  in  the  skies. 

QAQ  8's  &  7^s.  Grant. 

0U0»     Rejoicing  in  Hope  of  the  Glory  of  God, 
1  KNOW,  my  soul,  thy  full  salvation ; 
Ilise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care; 
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SORROWS   AND  JOYS. 

Jo;y  to  find,  in  every  station, 
Something  still  to  do  or  bear : 

Think  what  Spirit  d^vells  Avithin  thee : 
Think  what  Father's  smiles  are  thine; 

Think  what  Jesus  did  to  win  thee : 
Child  of  heaven,  canst  thou  repine? 

2  Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory, 

Armed  by  faith  and  winged  by  prayer; 
Heaven's  eternal  day's  before  thee ; 

God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there ; 
Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission  ; 

Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days ; 
Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition, 

Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 

3^^  S.     M.  TOPLADY. 

\Jt/»  Di^awing  nearer  to  Heaven. 

1  YOUR  harps,  ye  trembling  saints, 

Down  from  the  willows  take ; 
Loud  to  the  praise  of  love  divine, 
Bid  every  string  awake. 

2  Though  in  a  foreign  land, 

We  are  not  far  from  home. 
And  nearer  to  our  house  above, 
We  every  moment  come. 

3  His  grace  will,  to  the  end. 

Stronger  and  brighter  shine ; 
Nor  present  things,  nor  things  to  com€>, 
Shall  quench  the  spark  divine. 

7's.  Cennick, 

Singing  on  the  Way. 
1  CHILDREN  of  the  heavenly  King, 
As  ye  journey,  sweetly  sing  : 
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SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

Sing  your  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 

2  Ye  are  travelling  home  to  God, 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod  ; 
They  are  happy  now,  and  ye 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 

3  Shout,  ye  little  flock,  and  blest ; 
Ye  on  J  esus'  throne  shall  rest ; 
There  your  seat  is  now  prepared, 
There  your  kingdom  and  reward. 

4  Lord,  submissive  make  us  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below  ; 
Only  thou  our  Leader  be, 
And  we  still  will  follow  thee. 

Q^  ^  C.   M.  Watts. 

0 1  1 1  Joy  in  God. 

1  MY  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys, 

The  life  of  my  delights  ; 
The  glory  of  my  brightest  days. 
And  comfort  of  my  nights. 

2  In  darkest  shades,  if  he  appear. 

My  dawning  iS  begun  ; 
He  is  my  soul's  bright  morning-star. 
And  he  my  rising  sun. 

3  The  opening  heavens  around  me  shine. 

With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 
While  Jesus  shows  his  love  is  mine. 
And  whispers  I  am  his. 

4  My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay, 

At  that  transporting  word, 
And  run  with  joy  the  shining  way. 
To  meet  my  gracious  Lord. 
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5  Fearless  of  hell  and  ghastly  death, 
I'd  break  through  every  foe ; 
The  wings  of  love  and  arms  of  faith 
Should  bear  me  conqueror  through,    . 

8-i  Q  S.  M.  Watts 

1  u  •  Heavenly  Joy  on  Earth, 

1  COME,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 

And  let  our  joys  be  known; 
Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 
And  thus  surround  the  throne. 

2  The  sorrows  of  the  mind 

Be  banished  from  the  place ; 
Religion  never  was  designed 
To  make  our  pleasures  less. 

3  Let  those  refuse  to  sing, 

Who  never  knew  our  God  ;  ^ 

But  children  of  the  heavenly  King 
May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 

4  The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 
Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields, 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

5  Then  let  our  songs  abound, 

And  every  tear  be  dry  ; 
We're  marching  through  Immanuel's  ground, 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. 

3-j  ^  7's  &  6's.   Social  Psalmist. 

1  0»  Looking  Forward. 

1  FROM  every  earthly  pleasure, 
From  every  transient  joy. 
From  every  mortal  treasure 
That  soon  will  fade  and  die, — 
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SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

No  longer  these  desiring,  • 

Our  wishes  upward  tend, 
To  nobler  bliss  aspiring, 

And  jojs  that  never  end. 

2  From  every  piercing  sorrow 

That  heaves  our  breast  to-day, 
Or  threatens  us  to-morrow, 

Hope  turns  our  eyes  away ; 
On  wings  of  faith  ascending, 

We  see  the  land  of  light, 
And  feel  our  sorrows  ending 

In  infinite  delight. 

3  'Tis  true,  we  are  but  strangers 

And  pilgrims  here  below  ; 
And  countless  snares  and  dangers 
Surround  the  path  we  go ; 
%      Though  painful  and  distressing. 
Yet  there's  a  rest  above  ; 
And  onward  still  we're  pressing. 
To  reach  that  land  of  love. 

814  7's  &  6's.  Cennicx. 

1  x»  Mounting  Ujyward. 

1  RISE,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings ; 

Thy  better  portion  trace  ; 
Rise  from  all  terrestrial  things. 

Towards  heaven,  thy  native  place ; 
Sun,  and  moon,  and  stars,  decay ; 

Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove ; 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away 

To  seats  prepared  above. 

2  Rivers  to  the  ocean  run. 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course ; 
Fire,  ascending,  seeks  the  sun ; 
Both  speed  them  to  their  source : 
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So  'a  soul  that's  bom  of  God 
Pan  ts  to  view  his  glorious  face, 

Upward  tends  to  his  abode, 
To  rest  in  his  embrace. 

3  Cease,  ye  pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn  ; 

Press  onward  to  the  prize ; 
Soon  our  Saviour  will  return, 

Triumphant  in  the  skies  ; 
Yet  a  season,  and  you  know 
-    Happy  entrance  will  be  given, 
All  our  sorrows  left  below. 

And  earth  exchanged  for  heaven. 

31  K  H.    M.  TOPLADY. 

1  0  •  The  Heavenly  Voyager, 

1  JESUS,  at  thy  command, 

I  launch  into  the  deep. 
And  leave  my  native  land, 

Where  sin  lulls  all  asleep  ; 
For  thee  I  fain  would  all  resign. 
And  sail  to  heaven  with  thee  and  thine. 

2  Thou  art  my  pilot  wise ; 

My  compass  is  thy  word ; 
My  soul  each  storm  defies. 

While  I  have  such  a  Lord ! 
I  trust  thy  faithfulness  and  power. 
To  save  me  in  the  trying  hour. 

3  Though  rocks  and  quicksands  deep, 

Through  all  my  passage  lie. 
Yet  Christ  will  safely  keep, 

And  guide  me  with  his  eye ; 
My  anchor,  hope,  shall  firm  abide. 
And  I  each  boisterous  storm  outride. 
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SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

4  By  faith  I  see  the  land, 
The  port  of  endless  rest ; 
My  soul,  thy  sails  expand, 
And  fly  to  Jesus^  breast ! 
0  may  I  reach  the  heavenly  shore, 
Where  winds  and  waves  distress  no  more ! 

8^  Q  L.   M.  TOPLADY. 

ID.  The  Celestial  Breeze. 

1  AT  anchor  laid,  remote  from  home. 
Toiling,  I  cry,  "  Sweet  Spirit  come ; 
Celestial  breeze,  no  longer  stay, 

But  swell  my  sails,  and  speed  my  way. 

2  "  Fain  would  I  mount,  fain  would  I  glow, 
And  loose  my  cable  from  below  ; 

But  I  can  only  spread  my  sail — 

Thou,  thou  must  breathe  th'  auspicious  gale.'* 


817. 


7's  &  6's.  Ch.  Lyrf. 

Speeding  to  the  Haven. 

1  THOUGH  hard  the  winds  are  blowing. 

And  loud  the  billows  roar ; 
Full  swiftly  we  are  going. 
To  our  dear  native  shore. 

2  The  billows  breaking  o'er  us. 

The  storms  that  round  us  swell, 
Are  aiding  to  restore  us. 
To  all  we  loved  so  well. 

3  So  sorrow  often  presses, 

Life's  mariner  along ; 
Afflictions  and  distresses. 
Are  gales  and  billows  strong. 
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4  The  sharper  and  severer 

The  storms  of  life  we  meet, 
The  sooner  and  the  nearer 
Is  heaven's  eternal  seat. 

81  Q  7's.  Swain. 

10.  ^  ^^^^^  ^^^^  ^^  ^^  Home. 

1  BRETHREN,  while  we  sojourn  here, 
Fight  we  must,  but  should  not  fear; 
Foes  we  have,  but  we've  a  friend, 
One  that  loves  us  to  the  end  ; 
Forward,  then,  with  courage  go, 
Long  we  shall  not  dwell  below ; 
Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 

*'  Child,  your  Father  calls,  come  home.'' 

2  In  our  way,  a  thousand  snares 
Lie  to  take  us  unawares  ; 
Satan,  with  malicious  art. 
Watches  each  unguarded  heart ; 
But  from  Satan's  malice  free. 
Saints  shall  soon  in  glory  be ; 
Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 

"  Child,  your  Father  calls,  come  home." 

3  But  of  all  the  foes  we  meet. 
None  so  oft  mislead  our  feet, 
None  betray  us  into  sin. 

Like  the  foes  that  dwell  within  ; 

Yet,  let  nothing  spoil  your  peace, 

Christ  shall  also  conquer  these  ; 

Then  the  joyful  news  will  come, 

*'  Child,  your  Father  calls,  come  home." 

8 -J  rv  7's  &  6's.        Tiebout's  Col. 

1  y  ^  Longing  to  see  Jesus. 

1  0,  WHEN  shall  I  see  Jesus, 
And  reign  with  him  above, 
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SOCIAL   WORSHIP. 

And  from  that  flowing  fountain 

Drink  everlasting  love  ? 
When  shall  I  be  delivered 

From  this  vain  world  of  siU; 
And  with  my  blessed  Jesus 

Drink  endless  pleasures  in? 

2  But  now  I  am  a  soldier  ; 

My  Captain's  gone  before  ; 
He's  given  me  my  orders, 

And  bid  me  not  give  o'er ; 
His  faithful  word  has  promised 

A  righteous  crown  to  give ; 
And  all  his  valiant  soldiers 

Eternal  life  shall  have. 

3  Through  grace,  I  am  determined 

To  conquer,  though  I  die, 
And  then  away  to  Jesus 

On  wings  of  love  to  fly. 
Farewell  to  sin  and  sorrow — 

I  bid  you  all  adieu ; 
And  0,  my  friends,  prove  faithful, 

And  on  your  way  pursue. 

4  And  if  you  meet  with  troubles 

And  trials  on  your  way. 
Then  cast  your  care  on  Jesus, 

And  don't  forget  to  pray. 
Gird  on  the  heavenly  armor 

Of  faith,  and  hope,  and  love ; 
Then,  when  the  combat's  ended, 

He'll  carry  you  above. 

8's.  Reed. 

"  0,  that  Thad  wings  lihe  a  Dove.'''' ^ 
1  0,  LEND  me  the  wings  of  a  dove, 
To  fly  from  these  regions  of  wo ; 
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SORROWS   AND  JOYS. 

My  hopes  and  my  joys  are  above, 
And  thither  my  spirit  would  go., 

I  long  with  my  Saviour  to  rest, 
Beyond  the  assault  of  my  foes, 

And  lean  with  a  smile  on  his  breast ; — 
No  pillow  can  yield  such  repose. 

2  How  pleased  and  how  blest  should  I  be, 

To  gaze  on  his  beauteous  face ; 
While  love  and  compassion  to  me 

Lend  every  expression  a  grace  ; — 
No  cloud  should  bewilder  my  sight, 

No  sigh  from  my  heart  should  arise ; 
But  filled  with  extatic  delight, 

All  tears  should  be  wiped  from  my  eyes. 

3  Ah,  then  I  should  cease  to  offend 

The  Saviour  I  love  and  adore ; 
His  grace,  without  limit  or  end, 

Should  reign  in  my  heart  evermore. 
All  pure  as  the  angels  above. 

Each  thought  should  exult  in  his  name ; 
Each  passion  resigned  to  his  love. 

With  rapture  his  praise  should  proclaim . 


321. 


C.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

Happy  Child  of  Grace. 
1  HOW  happy  every  child  of  grace, 
Who  knows  his  sins  forgiven ; 
This  earth,  he  says,  is  not  my  place, 

I  seek  my  home  in  heaven. 
A  country  far  from  mortal  sight ; 

Yet,  0,  by  faith  I  see 
The  land  of  rest,  the  saint^s  delight, 
The  heaven  prepared  ibr  me. 

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SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

2  0,  what  a  blessed  hope  is  ours ! 

,  While  here  on  earth  we  stay, 
We  more  than  taste  the  heavenly  powers, 

And  antedate  that  day ; 
We  feel  the  resurrection  n.3ar, 

Our  life  in  Christ  concealed, 
And  with  his  glorious  presence  here 

Our  earthen  vessels  filled. 

3  0  would  he  more  of  heaven  bestow  I 

And  let  the  vessel  break ; 
And  let  our  ransomed  spirits  go, 

To  grasp  the  God  we  seek ; 
In  rapturous  awe  on  Him  to  gaze. 

Who  bought  the  sight  for  me, 
And  shout  and  wonder  at  his  grace 

Through  all  eternity. 

8rj--\  C.   M.  S.  Stennett. 

u  ii  •  The,  Banks  of  Jordan. 

1  ON  Jordan^s  stormy  banks  I  stand, 

And  cast  a  wishful  eye 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land. 
Where  my  possessions  lie. 

2  0  the  transporting,  rapturous  scene, 

That  rises  to  my  sight ! — 
Sweet  fields,  arrayed  in  living  green, 
And  rivers  of  delight. 

3  O'er  all  those  wide-extended  plains 

Shines  one  eternal  day  ; 
There  God  the  Son  for  ever  reigns. 
And  scatters  night  away. 

4  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place, 
,     And  be  for  ever  blest  ? 

When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 
And  in  his  bosom  rest  ? 
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SORROWS  AND  JOYS. 

6  Filled  with  delight,  my  raptured  soul 
Would  here  no  longer  stay ; 
Though  Jordan's  waves  around  me  roll, 
I'd  fearless  launch  away. 

8QQ  C.  M.  Anon. 

u  0  •  Bweet  Land  of  Rest 

1  SWEET  land  of  rest !  for  thee  I  sigh  : 

When  will  the  moment  come, 
'  When  I  shall  lay  my  armor  by, 
And  dwell  with  Christ  at  home. 

2  No  tranquil  joys  on  earth  I  know — 

No  peaceful  sheltering  dome : 

This  world's  a  wilderness  of  wo — 

This  world  is  not  my  home. 

3  To  Jesus  Christ  I  sought  for  rest ; 

He  bade  me  cease  to  roam. 

But  fly  for  succor  to  his  breast, 

And  he'd  conduct  me  home. 

4  Weary  of  wandering  round  and  round. 

This  vale  of  sin  and  gloom, 
I  long  to  leave  the  unhallowed  ground, 
And  dwell  with  Christ  at  home. 

8^j  C.   M.  Watts. 

-Ox*  The  Hope  of  Heaven, 

1  WHEN  I  can  read  my  title  clear 

To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I  bid  farewell  to  every  fear. 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 

And  fiery  darts  be  hurled. 
Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 
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SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

3  Let  cares,  like  a  wild  deluge,  come, 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall ! 

May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 

My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all. 

4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 

In  seas  of  heavenly  rest, 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 

8Qf^  8's.  Anon. 

^  Q ,  Happiness  of  Heaven. 

1  WE  speak  of  the  realms  of  the  blest. 

That  country  so  bright  and  so  fair ; 
And  oft  are  its  glories  confessed, 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  ! 

2  We  speak  of  its  freedom  from  sin. 

From  sorrow,  temptation,  and  care, 
From  trials  without  and  within — • 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  ! 

3  We  speak  of  its  service  of  love. 

The  robes  which  the  glorified  wear, 
The  church  of  the  first-born  above — 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  I 

4  0  Lord,  in  this  valley  of  wo, 

Our  spirits  for  heaven  prepare. 
And  shortly  we  also  shall  know 
And  feel  what  it  is  to  be  there  1 

IX.— CLOSING  HYMNS. 

3Q  ^  L.  M.      G.  W.  Anderson. 

^Q,  Closing  Hymn, 

1  NOW  let  us  raise  one  last  sweet  song, 

To  praise  the  Lord,  our  heavenly  King ; 
Let  every  voice  the  notes  prolong, 
While  thus  our  Saviour  God  we  sing. 
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2  Praise  God  the  Father,  whose  rich  love 

Has  given  a  place  for  humble  prayer ; 
Praise  God  the  Son,  who  pleads  above, 
And  gains  us  full  acceptance  there. 

3  The  Spirit  praise,  who  doth  incline 

Our  hearts  from  sin  to  holiness ; 
The  Father  Spirit,  Son  Divine, 
In  thankful  son2;s  for  ever  bless. 


827. 


S.  M.  Watts. 

The  Blessed  Bond, 

1  BLEST  be  the  tie  that  binds 

Our  hearts  in  Christian  love  ; 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above. 

2  Before  our  Father^s  throne 

We  pour  OUT*  ardent  prayers ; 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one, 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

3  We  share  our  mutual  woes, 

Our  mutual  burdens  bear ; 
And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 

4  When  we  asunder  part, 

It  gives  us  inward  pain ; 
But  we  shall  still  be  joined  in  heart, 
And  hope  to  meet  again. 

5  This  glorious  hope  revives 

Our  courage  by  the  way ; 
While  each  in  expectation  lives. 
And  longs  .to  see  the  day. 
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SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

6  From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain, 
And  sin,  we  shall  be  free. 
And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign 
Through  all  eternity. 

8QQ  CM.  Miller, 

/uOt  Sweetness  of  Christian  Intercourse, 

1  OUR  souls  by  love  together  knit, 

Cemented,  joined  in  one. 
One  hope,  one  heart,  one  mind,  one  voice, 
'Tis  heaven  on  earth  begun. 

2  Our  hearts  have  often  burned  vdthin, 

And  glowed  with  sacred  fire. 
While  Jesus  spoke,  and  fed,  and  blessed, 
And  filled  th'  enlarged  desire. 

3  Lord,  when  thou  mak's't  thy  jewels  up. 

And  sett'st  thy  starry  crown  ; 
When  all  thy  sparkling  gems  shall  shine, 
Proclaimed  by  thee  thine  own ; — 

4  May  we,  a  little  band  o^*.  love, 

We  sinners,  saved  by  grace. 
From  glory  unto  glory  changed, 
Behold  thee  face  to  face. 

8Q  r^  8^S.  Baldwin. 

>4  y  •  The  Union  of  Saints, 

1  FROM  whence  doth  this  union  arise. 

That  hatred  is  conquered  by  love  ? 
That  fastens  our  souls  in  such  ties 
As  nature  and  time  can't  remove  ? 

2  It  cannot  in  Eden  be  found, 

Nor  yet  in  a  paradise  lost  ? 
It  grows  on  ImmanueFs  ground. 
And  Jesus'  rich  blood  it  did  cost. 
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3  My  brethren  are  dear  unto  me, 

Our  hearts  are  united  in  love  ;    ' 
"Where  Jesus  is  gone  we  shall  be, 
In  yonder  blest  mansions  above. 

4  Then  why  so  unwilling  to  part, 

Since  there  we  shall  all  meet  again  ? 
Engraved  on  Immanuers  heart. 
At  distance  we  cannot  remain. 

5  0,  when  shall  we  see  that  bright  day, 

And  join  with  the  angels  above, 
Set  free  from  these  prisons  of  clay. 
United  with  Jesus  in  love  ! 

6  With  Jesus  we  ever  shall  reign. 

And  all  his  bright  glories  shall  see, 
And  sing,  Hallelujah  !  amen  ! 
Amen  !  even  so  let  it  be. 

C.   M.  Sutton. 

The  Final  Meeting. 

1  HAIL  !  sweetest,  dearest  tie  that  binds 

Our  glowing  hearts  in  one. 
Hail !  sacred  hope  that  tunes  our  minds 

To  harmony  divine. 
It  is  the  hope,  the  blissful  hope. 

Which  Jesus*  grace  has  given. 
The  hope  when  days  and  years  are  past, 

We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven. 
We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven  at  last. 

We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven : 
The  hope  when  days  and  years  are  past. 

We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven. 

2  What  though  the  northern  wintry  blast 

Shall  howl  around  thy  cot : 
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SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

What  though  beneath  an  eastern  sun, 
Be  cast  our  distant  lot ; 

Yet  still  we  share  the  blissful  hope, 
Which  Jesus'  grace  has  given,  &c. 

3  From  Burmah's  shores,  from  Afric's  strand, 

From  India's  burning  plain, 
From  Europe,  from  Columbia's  land, 

We  hope  to  meet  again. 

It  is  the  hope,  the  blissful  hope. 
Which  Jesus'  grace  has  given,  &c. 

4  No  lingering  look,  no  parting  sigh, 

Our  future  meeting  knows ; 
There  friendship  beams  from  every  eye, 
And  hope  immortal  grows. 

0  sacred  hope  !  0  blissful  hope ! 
Which  Jesus'  grace  has  given,  &c. 

g^^-j  5'S,   6^S  &  IVS.  TOPLADY. 

00 1  •  The  Heavenly  Anthem, 

1  'Tis  pleasant  to  sing 

The  sweet  praise  of  our  King, 
As  here  in  this  valley  of  sorrows  we  move ; 
'Twill  be  pleasanter  still, 
When  we  stand  on  the  hill, 
And  give  thanks  to  our  Saviour,  our  Master,  above. 

2  'Tis  sweet  to  recline 
On  thy  bosom  divine. 

And  rejoice  in  the  comforts  peculiar  to  thine ; 

While,  born  from  above. 

And  upheld  by  thy  love. 
With  singing  and  triumph  to  Zion  we  move. 

3  On  Canaan's  fair  land 
We  shortly  shall  stand 

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PREPARATION. 


Witli  crowns  on  our  heads,  and  with  harps  in  our  hand; 
Our  harps  shall  be  tuned, 
The  Lamb  shall  be  crowned, 

Salvation  to  Jesus  through  heaven  shall  resound. 


832. 


REVIVALS. 

I.— PREPARATION. 

L.  M.  Kellt. 

Declension  Confessed. 

1  0,  WHERE  is  now  that  glowing  love 

That  marked  our  union  with  the  Lord  ? 
Our  hearts  were  fixed  on  things  above, 
JSTor  could  the  world  a  joy  ajSbrd. 

2  Where  is  the  zeal  that  led  us  then 

To  make  our  Saviour's  glory  known  ? 
That  freed  us  from  the  fear  of  men, 
And  kept  our  eye  on  him  alone  ? 

3  Where  are  the  happy  seasons  spent 

In  fellowship  with  him  we  loved  ? 
The  sacred  joy,  the  sweet  content, 
The  blessedness  that  then  we  proved? 

4  Behold,  again  we  turn  to  thee  ; 

0,  cast  us  not  away,  though  vile ; 
No  peace  we  have,  no  joy  we  see, 
0  Lord  our  God,  but  in  thy  smile. 

8QQ  8's  &  7's.  Newton. 

00»  Declension  Lamented. 

1  ONCE,  0  Lord,  thy  garden  flourished 
Every  part  looked  gay  and  green ; 
Then  thy  word  our  spirits  nourished, 
Happy  seasons  we  have  seen  I 

205  18 


884. 


REVIVALS. 

2  But  a  drought  has  since  succeeded, 

And  a  sad  decline  we  see ; 
Lord,  thy  help  is  greatly  needed, 
Help  can  only  come  irom  thee. 

3  Some,  in  whom  we  once  delighted, 

We  shall  meet  no  more  below  ; 

Some,  alas !  we  fear  are  blighted, — 

Scarce  a  single  leaf  they  show. 

4  Dearest  Saviour,  hasten  hither. 

Thou  canst  make  them  bloom  again ; 
0,  permit  them  not  to  wither, 
Let  not  all  our  hopes  be  vain  ! 

ll's.  Hopkins. 

Slumbering  Professors  Exhorted, 

1  WHY  sleep  we,  my  brethren !  come,  let  us  arise ; 
0,  why  should  we  slumber  in  sight  of  the  prize? 
Salvation  is  nearer,  our  days  are  far  spent ; 
0,  let  us  be  active ;  awake !  and  repent. 

2  0,  how  can  we  slumber !  the  Master  is  come. 
And  calling  on  sinners  to  seek  them  a  home  ; 
The  Spirit  and  Bride  now  in  concert  unite, 
TKe  weary  they  welcome,  the  careless  invite. 

3  O,  how  can  we  slumber !  when  so  much  was  done, 

To  purchase  salvation,  by  Jesus  the  Son ! 
Now  mercy  is  proffered,  and  justice  displayed, 
Now  God  can  be  honored,  and  sinners  be  saved  1 

3Q^  8's,  7's  &  4.  Newton. 

DO*  Lord,  Revive  us. 

1  SAVIOUR,  visit  thy  plantation ; 
Grant  us,  Lord,  a  gracious  rain  1 
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PREPARATION. 

All  will  come  to  desolation 
Unless  thou  return  again. 

Lord,  revive  us ; 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 

2  Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance  ; 

Shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 
Lest  for  want  of  thine  assistance. 
Every  plant  should  droop  and  die. 
1    ^  Lord,  revive  us  ; 

'     All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 

3  Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent ; 

Make  us  prevalent  in  prayers ; 
Let  each  one  esteemed  thy  servant, 
Shun  the  world's  bewitching  snares. 

Lord,  revive  us  ; 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 

4  Break  the  tempter^s  fatal  power  ; 

Turn  the  stony  heart  to  flesh  ; 
And  begin  from  this  good  hour 
To  revive  thy  work  afresh. 

Lord,  revive  us  ; 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 

BQn  S.  M.  Sac.  Songsl 

OV*      ^^  0  Lord,  Revive  thy  Worh.''  f 

1  0  LORD,  thy  work  revive 

In  Zion's  gloomy  hour. 
And  let  our  dying  graces  live 
By  thy  restoring  power. 

2  0,  let  thy  chosen  few 

Awake  to  earnest  prayer ; 
Their  sacred  vows  again  renew. 
And  walk  in  filial  fear. 

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REVIVALS. 

S  Thy  Spirit  then  will  speak 
Through  lips  of  feeble  clay, 
Till  hearts  of  adamant  shall  break, 
Till  rebels  shall  obey. 

4  Now  lend  thy  gracious  ear ; 

Now  listen  to  our  cry ; 
0,  come  and  bring  salvation  near ; 
Our  souls  on  thee  rely. 

^^^  C.  M.  Christian  Melodist. 

)0  I  •         Converting  Grace  Implored. 

1  COME,  Lord,  in  mercy  come  again, 

With  thy  converting  power ; 
The  fields  of  Zion  thirst  for  rain, 
0  send  a  gracious  shower ! 

2  Oar  hearts  are  filled  with  sore  distress, 

While  sinners  all  around 
Are  pressing  on  to  endless  death, 
And  no  relief  is  found. 

5  Dear  Saviour,  come  with  quickening  power, 

Thy  mourning  people  cry  ; 
Salvation  bring  in  mercy^s  hour, 
Nor  let  the  sinner  die. 
4  Once  more  let  converts  throng  thy  house, 
And  shouts  of  victory  raise ; 
Then  shall  our  griefs  be  turned  to  joy, 
And  sighs,  to  songs  of  praise. 

7's.  Kelly 

Prayer  for  the  Unconverted. 
1  SAVED  ourselves  by  Jesus'  blood. 
Let  us  now.  draw  nigh  to  God  ; 
Many  round  us  blindly  stray ; 
Moved  with  pity,  let  us  pray — 
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8B8. 


TREPARATION. 

Pray  that  they  who  now  are  blind 
Soon  the  way  of  truth  may  find. 

2  Lord  awaken  all  around, 

Let  them  know  the  joyful  sound; 
Slaves  to  Satan  heretofore, 
Let  them  now  be  slaves  no  more ; 
Lord,  we  turn  our  eyes  to  thee, 
Set  the  captive  sinner  free ! 

3  Glorious  things  of  thee  are  told, 

'  What  thine  arm  has  wrought  of  old : 
Thousands  once  its  power  confessed  ; 
0,  for  seasons  like  the  past ! 
Lord,  revive  the  former  days — 
Thine  the  power,  and  thine  the  prdise. 

3^r\  L.   M.  Watts. 

Ov9  Instrumentality  of  Truth, 

1  THIS  is  the  word  of  truth  and  love, 
Sent  to  the  nations  from  above ; 
Jehovah  here  resolves  to  show 
What  his  almighty  grace  can  do. 

2  This  remedy  did  wisdom  find, 
To  heal  diseases  of  the  mind — 

This  sovereign  balm,  whose  virtues  can 
Kestore  the  ruined  creature,  man. 

3  The  gospel  bids  the  dead  revive ; 
Sinners  obey  the  voice,  and  live ; 

Dry  bones  are  raised,  and  clothed  afresh, 
And  hearts  of  stone  are  turned  to  flesh. 

C.  M.        Village  Hymns. 

Necessity  of  Divine  Influence. 
1  HOW  few  the  word  of  GTod  regard, 

Or  seek  their  Maker's  face  ! 
14  209  18* 


840 


REVIVALS. 

Ill  vain  the  gospel  is  proclaimed, 
If  not  enforced  by  grace. 

2  Almighty  God,  exert  thy  power, 

And  melt  the  stony  breast ; 

Then  shall  thy  justice  be  adored, 

Thy  mercy  stand  confessed. 

3  The  scorner  then  shall  mourn  in  dust, 

And  put  his  sins  away ; 
No  more  resist  his  Maker's  hands. 
But  lift  his  own  to  pray. 

8£  ^  CM.  Steele, 

X  1  •  Dependence  on  the  Spirit. 

1  HOW  helpless  guilty  nature  lies. 

Unconscious  of  its  load  I 
The  heart,  unchanged,  can  never  rise 
To  happiness  and  God. 

2  Can  aught  beneath  a  power  divine. 

The  stubborn  will  subdue  ? 
'Tis  thine,  eternal  Spirit,  thine 
To  form  the  heart  anew. 

3  'Tis  thine  the  passions  to  recall, 

And  upward  bid  them  rise, 
And  make  the  scales  of  error  fall 
From  reason^ s  darkened  eyes. 

4  To  chase  the  shades  of  death  away. 

And  bid  the  sinner  live, 
A  beam  of  heaven,  a  vital  ray, 
^Tis  thine  alone  to  give. 

^  j^  L.  M.  Doddridge. 

OJL/6t  The  Spirit  Invoiced. 

1  COME  sacred  Spirit,  from  above, 
And  fill  the  coldest  heart  with  love ; 
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PREPARATION. 

0,  turn  to  flesh  the  flinty  stone. 

And  let  thy  sovereign  power  be  known. 

2  Speak  thou,  and  from  the  haughtiest  eyes, 
Shall  floods  of  pious  sorrow  rise ; 

While  all  their  glowing  souls  are  borne, 
To  seek  that  grace  which  now  they  scorn. 

3  0,  let  a  holy  flock  await, 

In  crowds  around  thy  temple  gate, 
Each  pressing  on  with  zeal  to  be 
^^  A  living  sacrifice  to  thee. 


843. 


S.  M.  M  >?j:tgomery 

The  Spirit  of  Pentecost. 

1  LORD  God,  the  Holy  Ghost  I 

In  this  accepted  hour, 
As  on  the  day  of  Pentecost, 
Descend  in  all  thy  power. 

2  We  meet  with  one  accord. 

In  this  thy  holy  place, 
And  wait  the  promise  of  our  Lor^. 
The  Spirit  of  all  grace. 

3  Like  mighty  rushing  wind 

Upon  the  waves  beneath, 
Move  with  one  impulse  every  min^ 
One  soul,  one  feeling  breathe. 

4  Wake,  with  thy  sovereign  breath, 

The  souls  now  dark  and  dead. 
And  o^er  this  silent  field  of  death, 
Thy  living  influence  shed. 

8  J    4  L.   M.  NEW^r»ir, 

A  A  •  Encouragement. 

1  WHILE  I  to  grief  my  soul  gavr  "^ay, 
To  see  the  work  of  God  declini'. 
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REVIVALS 

Methought  I  heard  the  Saviour  say, 
*'  Dismiss  thy  fears — the  ark  is  mine. 

Though  for  a  time  I  hide  my  face, 
Rely  upon  my  love  and  power ; 

Still  wrestle  at  the  throne  of  grace. 
And  wait  for  a  reviving  hour. 

Take  down  thy  long-neglected  harp ; 

Tyq  seen  thy  tears  and  heard  thy  prayer ; 
The  winter  season  has  been  sharp, 

But  spring  shall  all  its  wastes  repair/^ 

Lord,  I  obey, — my  hopes  revive  ; 

Come,  join  with  me,  ye  saints,  and  sing; 
Our  foes  in  vain  against  us  strive, 

For  God  will  help  and  triumph  bring. 


345. 


7's.  C.  Wesley. 

The  Little  Cloud. 

1  SAW  ye  not  the  cloud  arise, 

Little  as  a  human  hand  ! 
Now  it  spreads  along  the  skies, 
Hangs  o*er  all  the  thirsty  land ! 

2  Lo,  the  promise  of  a  shower 

Drops  already  from  above  ; 
But  the  Lord  will  shortly  pour 
All  the  blessings  of  his  love. 

3  When  he  first  the  work  begun. 

Small  and  feeble  was  his  day ; 
Now  the  word  doth  swiftly  run, 
Now  it  wins  its  widening  way. 

4  Sons  of  God,  your  Saviour  praise ; 

He  the  door  hath  opened  wide ; 
He  hath  given  the  word  of  grace ; 
Jesus^  word  is  glorified. 
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346. 


347 


PREPAIIATION. 

(J.  M.  Miller. 

The  Cloud  Increasing, 

1  THE  little  cloud  increases  still, 

The  heavens  are  big  with  rain ; 
We  haste  to  catch  the  teeming  shower, 
And  all  its  moisture  drain. 

2  A  rill,  a  stream,  a  torrent  flows  I 

Lord,  pour  a  mighty  flood ; 
0,  sweep  the  nations,  shake  the  earth, 
'Till  all  proclaim  thee  God. 

C.  M.  Watts. 

The  Harvest. 

1  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkest  skies, 

Can  give  us  day  for  night ; 
Make  drops  of  sacred  sorrow  rise 
To  rivers  of  delight. 

2  Let  those  that  sow  in  sadness  wait 

Till  the  fair  harvest  come, 
They  shall  confess  their  sheaves  are  great, 
And  shout  the  blessings  home. 

3  Though  se«d  lie  buried  long  in  dust, 

It  shan't  deceive  their  hope ; 
The  precious  grain  can  ne'er  be  lost. 
For  grace  insures  the  crop. 

q  i  O  C.  P.  M.  Anon. 

0  xOi  77? e  Gracious  Visit 

1  THE  Lord  into  his  garden  comes, 
The  spices  yield  their  rich  perfumes, 

The  lilies  grow  and  thrive  ; 
Refreshing  showers  of  grace  divine 
From  Jesus  flow  to  every  vine. 

And  make  the  dead  revive. 
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REVIVALS. 

2  0,  that  this  dry  and  barren  ground 
In  springs  of  water  may  abound, 

And  fruitful  soil  become  : 
The  desert  blossom  as  the  rose, 
While  Jesus  conquers  all  his  foes, 

And  brings  the  wanderers  home. 

3  The  glorious  day  is  hastening  on, 
The  gracious  work  is  now  begun. 

The  Saviour  now  is  nigh  ; 
Forgiveness,  in  his  blessed  name. 
The  messengers  of  peace  proclaim  ; 

The  sinner  need  not  die. 

4  Come,  brethren,  ye  who  love  the  Lord, 
Who  taste  the  sweetness  of  his  word, 

To  his  high  service  come  ; 
Our  labors  and  our  trials  here, 
Vf  ill  only  make  us  richer  there, 

When  we  arrive  at  home. 


849. 


C.  M.  Watts. 

Zion  Rebuilt. 

1  LET  Zion  and  her  sons  rejoice ; 

Behold  the  promised  hour ; 
Her  God  hath  heard  her  mourning  voice, 
And  comes  t'  exalt  his  power. 

2  Her  dust  and  ruins,  that  remain. 

Are  precious  in  his  eyes  ; 
Those  ruins  shall  be  built  again, 
And  all  that  dust  shall  rise. 

3  He  frees  the  soul  condemned  to  death  ; 

Nor,  when  his  saints  complain. 
Shall  it  be  said  that  praying  breath 
Was  ever  spent  in  vain. 
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SINNERS   WARNED. 

4  This  shall  be  known  when  we  are  dead, 
And  left  on  long  record, 
That  ages  yet  unborn  may  read, 
And  trust  and  praise  the  Lord. 

II.— SINNERS  WARNED. 

3^  p.  S.  M.  Epis.  Cou 

0(J,  Depravity. 

1  AH,  how  shall  fallen  man 

Be  just  before  his  God  ! 
If  he  contend  in  righteousness, 
We  fall  beneath  his  rod. 

2  If  he  our  ways  should  mark 

With  strict,  inquiring  eyes, 
Could  we  for  one  of  thousand  faults 
A  just  excuse  devise  ? 

3  All-seeing,  powerful  God, 

Who  can  with  thee  contend  ? 
Or  who  that  tries  th^  unequal  strife 
Shall  prosper  in  the  end  ? 

4  Ah,  how  shall  guilty  man 

Contend  with  such  a  God  ? 
None,  none  can  meet  him,  and  escape, 
But  through  the  Saviour's  blood. 

8^  ^  L.   M.  Doddridge. 

9  1 ,         The  Sinner  found  Wanting, 

1  RAISE,  thoughtless  sinner,  raise  thine  eye ; 

Behold  God's  balance  lifted  high  ! 
There  shall  his  justice  be  displayed. 
And  there  thy  hope  and  life  be  weighed. 

2  See  in  one  scale  his  perfect  law ; 

Mark  with  what  force  its  precepts  draw : 
Wouldst  thou  the  awful  test  sustain? 
Thy  works  how  light,  thy  thoughts  how  vain ! 
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REVIVALS. 

3  Behold,  the  hand  of  God  appears 
To  trace  in  dreadful  characters  ; 

*'  Sinner — thy  soul  is  wanting  found, 
And  wrath  shall  smite  thee  to  the  ground." 

4  One  only  hope  may  yet  prevail ; 
Christ  has  a  weight  to  turn  the  scale  ; 
Still  doth  the  gospel  publish  peace, 
And  show  a  Saviour^s  righteousness. 

8^o|  7^S.  Newton. 

OaJ9  The  Secure  Admonished, 

1  SINNER,  art  thou  still  secure? 

Wilt  thou  still  refuse  to  pray  ? 
Can  thy  heart  or  hand  endure 
In  the  Lord's  avenging  day? 

2  See,  his  mighty  arm  is  bared, 

Awful  terrors  clothe  his  brow ! 

For  his  judgment  stand  prepared-^ 

Thou  must  either  break  or  bow. 

3  Who  his  advent  may  abide  ? 

You,  who  glory  in  your  shame, 
Will  you  find  a  place  to  hide, 

When  the  world  is  wrapped  in  flame  ? 

4  Let  us  now  our  day  improve, 

Listen  to  the  gospel  voice ; 
Seek  the  things  that  are  above  ; 
Scorn  the  world's  pretended  joys. 

OKQ  L.     M.  DWIGKT. 

DvO»         The  Season  of  Mercy  Short, 
1  WHILE  life  prolongs  its  precious  light, 
Mercy  is  found,  and  peace  is  given  ; 
Bat  soon,  ah,  soon,  approaching  night 
Shall  blot  out  every  hope  of  heaven. 
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SINNERS   WARNED. 

2  Soon,  borne  on  time's  most  rapid  wing, 
Shall  death  command  you  to  the  grave, 
Before  his  bar  your  spirits  bring, 
And  none  be  found  to  hear  or  save. 

'6  In  that  lone  land  of  deep  despair 

No  Sabbath's  heavenly  light  shall  rise, 
No  God  regard  your  bitter  prayer, 
No  Saviour  call  you  to  the  skies. 

4  While  God  invites,  how  blest  the  day ! 

How  sweet  the  gospel's  charming  sound  ! 
Come,  sinners,  haste,  0,  haste  away, 
While  yet  a  pardoning  God  is  found. 


854. 


C.   M.  Hart. 

Death  Near. 


1  VAIN  man,  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear, 

Repent,  thy  end  is  nigh  ! 
Death,  at  the  farthest,  can't  be  far — 
0,  think  before  thou  die  ! 

2  Reflect — thou  hast  a  soul  to  save : 

Thy  sins,  how  high  they  mount ! 

What  are  thy  hopes  beyond  the  grave  ? 

How  stands  that  dread  account  ? 

3  Death  enters,  and  there's  no  defence  ; 

His  time,  there's  none  can  tell ; 
He'll  in  a  moment  call  thee  hence, 
To  heaven,  or  to  hell ! 

4  To-day  the  gospel  calls  ;  to-day. 

Sinners,  it  speaks  to  you  : 
Let  every  one  forsake  his  way, 
And  mercy  will  ensue. 

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REVIVALS. 

8KK  CM.  DODDEIDGE. 

00 •  Repentance  Commanded, 

1  "REPENT  V'  the  voice  celestial  cries  ; 

No  longer  dare  delay  : 
The  soul  that  scorns  the  mandate  dies, 
And  meets  a  fiery  day. 

2  No  more  the  sovereign  eye  of  God 

Overlooks  the  crimes  of  men  ; 
His  heralds  now  are  sent  abroad 
To  v^arn  the  world  of  sin. 

3  0  sinners,  in  his  presence  bow, 

And  all  your  guilt  confess ; 
Accept  the  offered  Saviour  now. 
Nor  trifle  with  his  grace. 

4  Soon  will  the  awful  trumpet  sound, 

And  call  you  to  his  bar ; 
His  mercy  knows  th^  appointed  bound, 
And  yields  to  justice  there. 

5  Amazing  love,  that  yet  will  call, 

And  yet  prolong  our  days  ! 
Our  hearts,  subdued  by  goodness,  fall, 
And  weep,  and  love,  and  praise. 

8^  a  L-   M.  Watts. 

Ob.  The  Broad  Road. 

1  BROAD  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death, 

And  thousands  walk  together  there ; 
But  wisdom  shows  a  narrow  path, 
With  here  and  there  a  traveller. 

2  "Deny  thyself  and  take  thy  cross,'^ 

Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command : 
Nature  must  count  her  gold  but  dross, 
If  she  would  gain  this  heavenly  land. 
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SINNERS   WARNED. 

3  The  fearful  soul  that  tires  and  faints, 

And  walks  the  ways  of  God  no  more, 
Is  but  esteemed  almost  a  saint, 
And  makes  his  own  destruction  sure. 

4  Lord,  let  not  all  my  hopes  be  vain  ; 

Create  my  heart  entirely  new — 
Which  hypocrites  could  ne'er  attain, 
Which  false  apostates  never  knew 

B^fj  L.   M.  Watts. 

0  /  .  The  Dreadful  End. 

1  LORD,  what  a  thoughtless  wretch  was  I, 

To  mourn  and  murmur  and  repine, 
To  see  the  wicked  placed  on  high, 
In  pride  and  robes  of  honor  shine  1 

2  But  0  their  end,  their  dreadful  end  ! 

Thy  sanctuary  taught  me  so  ; 
On  slippery  rocks  I  see  them  stand, 
And  fiery  billows  roll  below. 

3  Their  fancied  joys,  how  fast  they  flee  ! 

Just  like  a  dream  when  man  awakes ; 
Their  songs  of  softest  harmony 
Are  but  a  prelude  to  their  plagues. 

4  Now  I  esteem  their  mirth  and  wine 

Too  dear  to  purchase  with  my  blood ; 
Lord,  ^tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine, 
My  life,  my  portion,  and  my  God. 

8KQ  L.   M.  Hyde. 

OO.  The  Voice  Within. 

1  SAY,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within 
Oft  whispered  to  thy  secret  soul, 
Urged  thee  to  leave  the  ways  of  sin, 
And  yield  thy  heart  to  God's  control  ? 
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REVIVALS. 

2  Sinner,  it  was  a  heavenly  voice ; 

It  was  the  Saviour^ s  gracious  call; 
It  bade  thee  make  the  better  choice, 
And  haste  to  seek  in  Christ  thine  all. 

3  Spurn  not  the  call  to  life  and  light ; 

Regard  in  time  the  warning  kind  ; 
That  call  thou  mayst  not  always  slight, 
And  yet  the  gate  of  mercy  find. 

4  Sinner,  perhaps  this  very  day 

Thy  last  accepted  time  may  be ; 
0,  shouldst  thou  grieve  him  now  away. 
Then  hope  may  never  beam  on  thee. 

8^  y^  7^S.  Epis.  Col. 

Ou»  ^^Aioake  thou  that  sleepesty 

1  SINNER,  rouse  thee  from  thy  sleep  ; 
Wake,  and  o^er  thy  folly  weep  ; 
Raise  thy  spirit,  dark  and  dead ; 
Jesus  waits  his  light  to  shed. 

2  Wake  from  sleep  ;  arise  from  death ; 
See  the  bright  and  living  path  ; 
Watchful,  tread  that  path ;  be  wise ; 
Leave  thy  folly .;  seek  the  skies. 

3  Leave  thy  folly ;  cease  from  crime ; 
From  this  hour  redeem  thy  time ; 
Life  secure  without  delay  ; 

Evil  is  thy  mortal  day. 

4  0,  then,  rouse  thee  from  thy  sleep; 
Wake,  and  o^er  thy  folly  weep  ; 
Jesus  calls  from  death  and  night ; 
Jesus  waits  to  shed  his  light. 

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SINNERS   WARNED. 

Q^^  S.   M.  Hyde. 

ODU»  Danger  of  Neglect.   ^ 

1  AND  canst  thou,  sinner,  slight 

The  call  of  love  divine  ? 
Shall  God  with  tenderness  invite, 
And  gain  no  thought  of  thine  ? 

2  Wilt  thou  not  cease  to  grieve 

The  Spirit  from  thy  breast, 
Till  Jie  thy  wretched  soul  shall  leave 
With  all  thy  sins  oppressed  ? 

3  To-day,  a  pardoning  God 

Will  hear  the  suppliant  pray ; 
To-day,  a  Saviour's  cleansing  blood 
Will  wash  thy  guilt  away. 

4  But  grace  so  dearly  bought, 

If  yet  thou  wilt  despise. 
Thy  fearful  doom,  with  sorrow  fraught. 
Will  fill  thee  with  surprise. 

7's.  T.  Scott. 

Danger  of  Delay. 

1  HASTE,  0  sinner ;  now  be  wise ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun  ; 
Wisdom  if  you  still  despise, 
Harder  is  it  to  be  won. 

2  Haste,  and  mercy  now  implore  ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
Lest  th}'-  season  should  be  o'er. 
Ere  this  evening's  stage  be  run. 

3  Haste,  0  sinner ;  now  return  ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
Lest  thy  lamp  should  cease  to  burn , 
Ere  salvation's  work  is  done. 

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861. 


REVIVALS. 

4  Haste,  0  sinner ;  now  be  blest ; 
Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
Lest  perdition  thee  arrest, 
Ere  the  morrow  is  begun. 

8Q^  IV s.  Sac.  SoNes- 

D;6.  Delay  Not. 

1  DELAY  not,  delay  not ;  0  sinner,  draw  near ; 

The  waters  of  life  are  now  flowing  for  thee ; 
No  price  is  demanded;  the  Saviour  is  here; 
Redemption  is  purchased,  salvation  is  free. 

2  Delay  not,  delay  not ;  why  longer  abuse 

The  love  and  compassion,  of  Jesus,  thy  God  ? 
A  fountain  is  opened ;  how  canst  thou  refuse 
To  wash  and  be  cleansed  in  his  pardoning  blood? 

3  Belay  not,  delay  not,  0  sinner  to  come, 

For  Mercy  still  lingers,  and  calls  thee  to-day ; 

Her  voice  is  not  heard  in  the  shades  of  the  tomb ; 

Her  message,  unheeded,  will  soon  pass  away. 

4  Delay  not,  delay  not ;  the  Spirit  of  grace. 

Long  grieved  and  resisted,  may  take  its  sad  flight, 
And  leave  thee  in  darkness  to  finish  thy  race, 
To  sink  in  the  gloom  of  eternity's  night. 

6  Delay  not,  delay  not ;  the  hour  is  at  hand ; 

The  earth  shall  dissolve,  and  the  heavens  shall  fade ; 
The  dead,  small  and  great,  in  the  judgment  shall  stand; 
What  helper,  then,  sinner,  shall  lend  thee  his  aid  ? 

8's,  7's  &  4.     .  Kelly. 

The  Arh  of  Safety, 
TO  the  ark  away !  or  perish, 
Sinners,  to  the  ark  away  ! 
Vain  the  hope,  that  thousands  cherish, 
Of  deliverance  in  that  day,  j 

When  destruction  j 

Cometh,  that  no  arm  can  stay. 

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SINNERS   WARNED. 

2  Careless  ones,  be  warned,  and  haste  ye 

To  the  ark  that  open  lies  ; 
Why,  0  why,  in  folly  waste  ye, 
Precious  time  that  quickly  flies  ? 

Soon  your  laughter 
Will  be  turned  to  bitter  cries. 

3  Hear  the  Lord  himself  invite  you 

To  his  arms — a  refuge  sure  ; 
0  believe  him,  lest  he  smite  you 
With  a  curse  that  none  can  cure  ; 

When  he  thunders. 
Who  his  anger  can  endure  ? 

1  They  are  safe,  and  none  beside  them, 

Who  the  Saviour's  word  obey ; 

They  are  safe,  for  he  will  hide  them, 

In  the  dark  and  dreadful  day, 

They  shall  triumph, 
When  the  world  has  passed  away. 

jpj  7^S.  G.  B.  IDE. 

5D'T»  The  Door  Shut, 

I  1  SINNERS,  haste  to  mercy's  gate, 
]  Strive,  0  strive  to  enter  there  ; 

Hasten,  lest  ye  come  too  late, 

Lest  in  vain  shall  be  your  prayer. 

2  Soon  the  Saviour  will  arise, 

And  for  ever  bar  the  door ; 
Hopeless  then  will  be  your  cries, 
God  will  welcome  you  no  more. 

3  From  his  glorious  seat  within, 

Zion's  King,  so  long  forgot. 
Then  will  say — "  Ye  slaves  of  sin, 
Hence  depart — I  know  you  not  V 
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4  0  the  anguish  of  that  word  ! 

Anguish  which  no  measure  knows ; 
Sinners,  haste  to  seek  the  Lord, 
Ere  the  gate  of  mercy  close. 

ijn^  7's  &  6's.  Newton. 

OUU*  The  Warning. 

1  STOP,  poor  sinner !  stop  and  think, 

Before  you  farther  go ! 
Will  you  sport  upon  the  brink 

Of  everlasting  wo  ? 
Once  again,  we  charge  you,  stop ! 

For,  unless  you  warning  take, 
Quick  and  sudden  you  will  drop 

Into  the  burning  lake. 

2  Say,  have  you  an  arm  like  God, 

That  you  his  will  oppose  ? 
Fear  you  not  that  iron  rod, 

With  which  he  breaks  his  foes? 
Can  you  stand  in  that  dread  day, 

When  he  judgment  shall  proclaim, 
And  the  earth  shall  melt  away, 

Like  wax  before  the  flame  ? 

3  Soon  relentless  death  will  come. 

To  drag  you  to  his  bar  ; 
Then,  to  hear  your  awful  doom, 

Will  fill  you  with  despair ; 
Ail  your  sins  will  round  you  crowd. 

Countless,  and  of  crimson  dye ; 
Each  for  vengeance  crying  loud, 

And  what  can  you  reply? 

4  Though  your  heart  were  made  of  steel, 

Your  forehead  lined  with  brass, 
God  at  length  will  make  you  feel, 
He  will  not  let  you  pass ; 
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Then,  how  vainly  will  you  call — • 
Yoa  who  now  despise  his  grace — 

*•  Rocks  and  mountains  on  us  fall, 
And  hide  us  from  his  face  T' 


866. 


S.     M.  DWIGKT. 

The  Harvest  Past. 
I  SAW,  beyond  the  tomb, 

The  awful  Judge  appear, 
Prepared  to  scan,  with  strict  account, 

My  blessings  wasted  here. 

His  wrath  like  flaming  fire, 
Burned  to  the  lowest  hell ; 

And  in  that  hopeless  world  of  wo, 
He  bade  my  spirit  dwell. 

Ye  sinners,  fear  the  Lord, 
While  yet  'tis  called  to-day; 

Soon  will  the  awful  voice  of  death, . 
Command  your  souls  away. 

Soon  will  the  harvest  close — 
The  summer  soon  be  o'er ; 

And  soon  your  injured,  angry  God 
Will  hear  your  prayers  no  more. 

8's,  7's  &  4.  Newton. 

I  The  Judgment. 

1  DAY  of  judgment,  day  of  wonders! 

Hark  !  the  trumpet's  awful  sound, 
Louder  than  a  thousand  thunders, 
Shakes  the  vast  creation  round  ; 

How  the  summons 
Will  the  sinner's  heart  confound ! 

2  See  the  Judge,  our  nature  wearing, 

Clothed  in  majesty  divine ; 
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REVIVALS. 

You,  who  long  for  his  appearing, 
Then  shall  say,  "  This  God  is  mine  ;*' 

Gracious  Saviour, 
Own  me  in  that  day  for  thine. 
3  At  his  call  the  dead  awaken, 

Else  to  life  from  earth  and  sea ; 
All  the  powers  of  nature,  shaken 
By  his  looks,  prepare  to  flee ; 

Careless  sinner. 
What  will  then  become  of  thee  ? 

8/^Q  7's.  S.  F.  Smith.i 

U0»       The  Sinner  at  the  Judgment. 

1  WHEN  thy  mortal  Hfe  is  fled. 

When  the  death-shades  o'er  thee  spread, 
When  is  finished  thy  career, 
Sinner,  where  wilt  thou  appear  ? 

2  When  the  world  has  passed  away, 
When  draws  near  the  judgmeni>day, 
When  the  awful  trump  shall  sound, 
Say,  0  where  wilt  thou  be  found  ? 

3  When  the  Judge  descends  in  light, 
Clothed  in  majesty  and  might. 
When  the  wicked  quail  with  fear. 
Where,  0  where  wilt  thou  appear  ? 

4  While  the  Holy  Ghost  is  nigh, 
Quickly  to  the  Saviour  fly  ; 
Then  shall  peace  thy  spirit  cheer ; 
Then  in  heaven  shalt  thou  appear. 

3/^Q  ll^S  &  5-  Anon 

XJU*     The  Sinner  hopeless  in  the  Judgment. 
1  AH,  guilty  sinner,  ruined  by  transgression. 
What  shall  thy  doom  be,  when  arrayed  in  terror, 
God  shall  command  thee,  covered  with  pollution, 
Up  to  the  judgment? 
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SINNERS   INVITED. 

2  Wilt  thou  escape  from  his  omniscient  notice, 
Fly  to  the  caverns,  court  annihilation  ? 

Vain  thy  presumption,  justice  still  shall  triumph, 
In  thy  destruction. 

3  Stop,  thoughtless  sinner,  stop  awhile  and  ponder. 
Ere  death  arrest  thee,  and  the  Judge  in  vengeance, 
Hurl  from  his  presence  thine  affrighted  spirit, 

Swift  to  perdition. 

4  Oft  has  he  called  thee,  hut  thou  wouldst  not  hear  him, 
Mercies  and  judgments  have  alike  been  slighted ; 

Yet  he  is  gracious,  and  with  arms  unfolded 

Waits  to  embrace  thee. 

6  Come,  then,  poor  sinner,  come  away  this  moment, 
Just  as  you  are,  come,  filthy  and  polluted, 
Come  to  the  fountain  open  for  uncleanness ; 
Jesus  invites  you. 

6  0.  guilty  sinner,  hear  the  voice  of  warning; 
Fly  to  the  Saviour,  and  embrace  his  pardon ; 
So  shall  your  spirit  meet,  with  joy  triumphant, 
Death  and  the  judgment. 


870. 


ni.— SINNERS  INVITED. 

8's  &  4,  Reed's  Col. 

The  Gospel  Trumpet, 

1  HARK  !  hark !  the  gospel  trumpet  sounds, 
Through  earth  and  heaven  the  echo  bounds ; 
Pardon  and  peace  by  Jesus'  blood ! 
Sinners  are  reconciled  to  God, 

By  grace  divine  I 

2  Come,  sinners,  hear  the  joyful  news, 
Nor  longer  dare  the  grace  refuse ; 
Mercy  and  justice  here  combine, 
Goodness  and  truth  harmonious  join, 

T'  invite  ycu  near. 
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REVIVALS. 


Ye  saints  in  glory,  strike  the  lyre ; 
Ye  mortals,  catch  the  sacred  fire ; 
Let  both  the  Saviour's  love  proclaim — 
For  ever  worthy  is  the  Lamb 
Of  endless  praise. 


871. 


H.   M.  C.  Weslet. 

The  Jubilee. 
BLOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow, 

The  gladly-solemn  sound ; 
Let  all  the  nations  know, 

To  earth's  remotest  bound, 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come ; 
Eeturn,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

Exalt  the  Lamb  of  God, 

The  sin-atoning  Lamb ; 
Redemption  by  his  blood. 

Through  all  the  lands,  proclaim  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 
Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell, 

Your  liberty  receive. 
And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell, 

And  blest  in  Jesus  live : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 
The  gospel  trumpet  hear, 

The  news  of  pardoning  grace : 
Ye  happy  souls,  draw  near ; 

Behold  your  Saviour's  face : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  homo, 

Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 
Has  full  atonement  made  ; 
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SINNERS  INVITED. 

Ye  weary  spirits,  rest ; 

Ye  mourning  souls,  be  glad : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

^^Q  12's.  Thorney. 

0  I  4f»  The  Voice  of  Free  Grace, 

1  THE  voice  of  Free  Grace  cries,  escape  to  the  mountain  I 
For  all  that  believe,  Christ  has  opened  a  fountain ; 
For  sin,  and  uncleanness,  and  every  transgression, 
His  blood  flows  most  freely  in  streams  of  salvation. 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  who  hath  purchased  our  pardon; 
We'll  praise  him  again,  when  we  pass  over  Jordan. 

2  Ye  souls  that  are  wounded,  haste,  haste  to  the  Saviour ; 
He  calls  you  in  mercy — 0,  slight  not  his  favor. 

Your  sins,  that  have  risen  as  high  as  a  mountain, 
Shall  find  full  remission,  in  this  precious  fountain. 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  &c. 

3  0  Jesus,  our  King,  all  blessed  and  glorious! 

,  O'er  sin,  death,  and  hell,  thine  arm  is  victorious ; 
With  shouting  proclaim  it,  in  th'  great  congregation; 
Let  angels  and  men  raise  the  song  of  salvation. 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  &c. 

4  And  when  thou  shalt  bring  us  to  thy  heavenly  dwcllirg, 
To  gaze  on  thy  glory,  all  glory  excelling. 

We'll  sound  forth  thy  honors,  with  harps  that  cease  never, 
And  sing  thy  salvation  for  ever  and  ever. 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  &c. 


378. 


C.  M.  Watts. 

The  Gospel  Feast. 

LET  every  mortal  ear  attend, 

And  every  heart  rejoice ; 
The  trumpet  of  the  gospel  sounds 

With  an  inviting  voice. 

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REVIVALS. 

2  Ho  !  all  ye  hungry,  starving  souls, 

That  feed  upon  the  wind, 
And  vainly  strive  with  earthly  toys 
To  fill  an  empty  mind, — 

3  Eternal  Wisdom  has  prepared 

A  soul-reviving  feast, 
And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provision  taste. 

4  Ho  !  ye  that  pant  for  living  streams, 

And  pine  away  and  die, — 
Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirst 
With  springs  that  never  dry. 

8^  M  C.   M.   Huntingdon's  Col. 

/  ^,  Yet  there  is  Room. 

1  COME,  sinner,  to  the  gospel  feast ; 

.  0,  come  without  delay  ; 
For  there  is  room  in  Jesus'  breast 
For  all  who  will  obey. 

2  There's  room  in  God's  eternal  love 

To  save  thy  precious  soul ; 
Room  in  the  Spirit's  grace  above 
To  heal  and  make  thee  whole. 

3  There's  room  within  the  church,  redeemed 

With  blood  of  Christ  divine ; 
Room  in  the  white-robed  throng  convened, 
For  that  dear  soul  of  thine. 

4  There's  room  in  heaven  among  the  choir. 

And  harps  and  crowns  of  gold, 

And  glorious  palms  of  victory  there, 

And  joys  that  ne'er  were  told. 

5  There's  room  around  thy  Father's  board 

For  thee  and  thousands  more : 
0,  come  and  welcome  to  the  Lord ; 
Yea,  come  this  very  hour. 
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3fYK  S.    M.  DOBELL. 

It).  The  Accepted  Time. 

1  NOW  is  th^  accepted  time  ; 

Now  is  the  day  of  grace ; 
Now,  sinners,  come,  without  delay, 
And  seek  the  Saviour^s  face. 

2  Now  is  th'  accepted  time  ; 

The  Saviour  calls  to-day  ; 
To-morrow  it  may  be  too  late  ; 
Then  why  should  you  delay  ? 

3  Now  is  th'  accepted  time  ; 

The  gospel  bids  you  come, 

And  every  promise  in  his  word 

Declares  there  yet  is  room. 

4  Lord,  draw  reluctant  souls. 

And  feast  them  with  thy  love ; 
Then  will  the  angels  swiftly  fly 
To  bear  the  news  above. 


876. 


6's  &  4  s.  Sac.  Songs. 

The  Solemn  Call. 

1  TO-DxiY  the  Saviour  calls, 

Ye  wanderers,  come ; 
0  ye  benighted  souls, 
Why  longer  roam  ? 

2  To-day  the  Saviour  calls, 

0,  listen  now : 
Within  these  sacred  walls. 
To  Jesus  bow.       ^ 

3  To-day  the  Saviour  calls. 

For  refuge  fly:' 
The  storm  of  vengeance  falls, 
Ruin  15  nigh. 
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REVIVALS. 

4  The  spirit  calls  to-day, 
Yield  to  his  power ; 
0  grieve  him  not  away, 
^Tis  mercy's  hour. 

8riri  L.  M.  Miller. 

•   •  •  **  Choose  ye  this  Day.''^ 

1  TO-DAY,  if  you  will  hear  his  voice, 
Now  is  the  time  to  make  your  choice ; 
Say,  will  you  to  Mount  Zion  go  ? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ,  or  no  ? 

2  Ye  wandering  souls,  who  find  no  rest, 
Say,  will  you  be  for  ever  blest  ? 
Will  you  be  saved  from  sin  and  hell? 
Will  you  with  Christ  in  glory  dwell  ? 

3  Come  now,  dear  youth,  for  ruin  bound, 
Obey  the  gospel's  joyful  sound  ; 
Come,  go  with  us,  and  you  shall  prove 
The  joy  of  Christ's  redeeming  love. 

4  Once  more  we  ask  you  in  his  name — 
For  yet  his  love  remains  the  same — 
Say,  will  you  to  Mount  Zion  go  ? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ,  or  no  ? 

8pyQ  C.   M.  Doddridge. 

iO*  The  Young  Invited, 

1  YE  hearts  with  youthful  vigor  warm, 

In  smiling  crowds  draw  near. 
And  turn  from  every  mortal  charm, 
A  Saviour's  voice  to  hear. 

2  He,  Lord  of  all  the  worlds  on  high, 

Stoops  to  converse  with  you  ; 
And  lays  his  radiant  glories  by, 
Your  friendship  to  pursue 
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3  "  The  soul  that  longs  to  see  my  face, 
Is  sure  my  love  to  gain ; 
And  those  that  early  seek  my  grace, 
Shall  never  seek  in  vain." 

QP^^  7's  &  6's.         W.  L.  DENNia. 

O  I  y»        Remember  now  thy  Creator. 

1  EEMEMBER  thy  Creator, 

Give  ear  to  Wisdom's  voice ; 
Heed  not  the  subtle  traitor, 

That  vrould  delay  thy  choice. 
Come,  ere  the  night  of  sorrow 

Shroud  every  hope  in  gloom  ; 
Come  to  the  cross,  and  borrow 

A  light  to  gild  the  tomb. 

2  Kemember  thy  Creator, 

Who  gave  his  Son  to  save, 
And  in  our  fallen  nature. 

Stoop  to  the  darksome  grave ; 
He  died  to  purchase  pardon. 

He  lives  to  plead  above  ; 
Ere  sin  thy  heart  shall  harden, 

Embrace  his  offered  love. 

3  Remember  thy  Creator, 

For  he  remembers  thee. 
At  earliest  dawn  and  later, 

On  land  and  on  the  sea ; 
Go  to  the  cross,  confessing 

The  sins  of  youthful  days. 
And  grace,  thy  soul  possessing. 

Shall  tune  thy  lips  to  praise. 

8QA  C.     M.  COWPER. 

0U«  Careless  Youth  Entreated. 

1  YE  careless  ones,  0,  hear  betimes 
The  voice  of  sovereign  love ; 

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REVIVALS. 

Your  youth  is  stained  with  many  crimes, 
But  mercy  reigns  above. 

For  you  the  public  prayer  is  made ; 

0,  join  the  public  prayer: 
For  you  the  secret  tear  is  shed ; 

0,  shed  yourselves  a  tear. 
We  pray  that  you  may  early  prove 

The  Spirit's  power  to  teach ; 
You  cannot  be  too  young  to  love 

That  Jesus  whom  we  preach. 

L.   M.  Kelly 

The  Voice  from  Calvary. 

1  I  HEAR  a  voice  that  comes  from  far, 

It  fills  my  soul  with  joy  and  love: 
Not  angel-harps  so  charming  are, 
That  echo  through  the  courts  above. 

2  'Tis  mercy's  voice  that  strikes  my  ear, 

From  Calvary  it  sounds  abroad  ; 
It  soothes  my  grief,  and  calms  my  fear ; 
It  speaks  of  pardon  bought  with  blood. 

3  And  is  it  true  that  many  fly 

The  sound  that  bids  my  soul  rejoice ; 
And  rather  choose  in  sin  to  die, 
Than  turn  an  ear  to  mercy's  voice  ? 

4  Alas,  for  those ! — the  day  is  near, 

When  mercy  will  be  heard  no  more ; 
Then  will  they  ask  in  vain  to  hear 
The  voice  they  would  not  hear  before, 

3Q^  7's.  Haw  £13 

0/0*  Welcome  from  the  Cross, 

1  FROM  the  cross  uplifted  high. 
Where  the  Saviour  deigns  to  die, 
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SINNERS  IN\^TED. 

What  melodious  sounds  we  hear, 
Bursting  on  the  ravished  ear  I 
"Lovers  redeeming  work  is  done  ; 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come. 

2  "  Sprinkled  now  with  blood  the  throne, 
Why  beneath  thy  burdens  groan  ? 

On  my  pierced  body  laid, 
Justice  owns  the  ransom  paid  ; 
Bow  the  knee,  embrace  the  Son  ; 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come. 

3  "  Spread  for  thee  the  festal  board 
See  with  richest  dainties  stored ; 
To  thy  Father's  bosom  pressed, 
Yet  again  a  child  confessed. 
Never  from  his  house  to  roam. 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come. 

4  "  Soon  the  days  of  life  shall  end  ; 
Lo,  I  come,  your  Saviour,  Friend, 
Safe  your  spirits  to  convey 

To  the  realms  of  endless  day, 

Up  to  my  eternal  home  ; 

Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come/' 

-\Q  C.   M.         Hymns  op  Zion 

30»  TTie  Saviour  at  the  Door. 

AMAZING  sight !  the  Saviour  stands 

And  knocks  at  every  door ! 
Ten  thousand  blessings  in  his  hands, 
To  satisfy  the  poor. 

''  Behold,''  he  saith,  "  I  bleed  and  die 

To  bring  you  to  my  rest : 
Hear,  sinners,  while  I'm  passing  by. 

And  be  for  ever  blest. 
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3  *'  Will  you  despise  mj  bleeding  love, 

And  choose  the  way  to  hell? 
Or  in  the  glorious  realms  above, 
With  me  for  ever  dwell  ? 

4  "  Say,  will  you  hear  my  gracious  voice. 

And  have  your  sins  forgiven  ? 
Or  will  you  make  that  wretched  choice, 
And  bar  yourselves  from  heaven?" 

8Q  M  L.  M.  Grigg. 

Ox.  The  Waiting  Saviour. 

1  BEHOLD  a  stranger  at  the  door! 

He  gently  knocks — has  knocked  before  ; 
Has  waited  long — is  waiting  still ; 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 

2  0,  lovely  Saviour,  see,  he  stands 
With  melting  heart  and  loaded  hands  I 
0,  matchless  kindness  !  and  he  shows 
This  matchless  kindness  to  his  foes. 

3  But  will  he  prove  a  friend  indeed  ? 
He  will ;  the  very  friend  you  need ; 
The  friend  of  sinners — yes,  His  he, 
With  garments  dyed  on  Calvary. 

4  Admit  him,  ere  his  anger  burn — 
His  feet  departed  ne'er  return  : 
Admit  him,  or  the  hour's  at  hand 
You'll  at  his  door  rejected  stand. 

QQK  H.     M.  BODEN. 

OO  0  •  The  Saviour's  Call 

1  YE  dying  sons  of  men, — 
Sunk  deep  in  guilt  and  wo, 
The  gracious  call  attend, 
Which  Jesus  sends  to  you  : 
23G 


SINNERS  INVITED. 

Ye  perishing  and  helpless,  come; 
In  Jesus'  arms  there  yet  is  room. 

2  No  longer  now  delay, 

Nor  vain  excuses  frame : 
He  bids  you  come  to-day, 

Though  poor,  and  blind,  and  lame : 
All  things  are  ready :  sinners,  come  ; 
For  every  trembling  soul  there's  room. 

3  Believe  the  heavenly  word 

His  messengers  proclaim ; 
He  is  a  gracious  Lord, 

And  faithful  is  his  name. 
Backsliding  souls,  return  and  come ; 
Cast  off  despair ;  there  yet  is  room. 

4  Compelled  by  bleeding  love. 

Ye  wandering  sheep,  draw  near  ; 
Christ  calls  you  from  above  ; 

His  charming  accents  hear: 
Let  whosoever  will  now  come : 
In  mercy's  breast  there  still  is  room. 

QQfi  S.  M.  Epis.  Col. 

DOU«  The  Spirit  Inviting, 

1  THE  Spirit,  in  our  hearts, 

Is  whispering,  *'  Sinner,  come ;" 
The  bride,  the  church  of  Christ  proclaims 
To  all  his  children,  **  come  !" 

2  Let  him  that  heareth  say 

To  all  about  him,  '*  come ;" 
Let  him  that  thirsts  for  righteousness 
To  Christ,  the  fountain,  come, 

3  Yes,  whosoever  will, 

0,  let  him  freelv  come, 
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REVIVALS. 

And  freely  drink  the  stream  of  life ; 
'Tis  Jesus  bids  him  come. 

4  Lo !  Jesus  who  invites, 

Declares,  "I  quickly  come:^' 
Lord,  even  so ;  v^e  vrait  thy  hour ; 
0  blest  Redeemer,  come. 

8's,  7's  &  4.  Allen. 

Sinners  Entreated  to  hear. 

1  SINNERS,  v^ill  you  scorn  the  message 

Sent  in  mercy  from  above ! 
Every  sentence,  0  hov?-  tender ! 
Every  line  is  full  of  love : 

Listen  to  it — 
Every  line  is  full  of  love. 

2  Hear  the  heralds  of  the  Gospel 

Nevrs  from  Zion^s  King  proclaim  , 
To  each  rebel  sinner,  **  Pardon, 
Free  forgiveness  in  his  name  -/^ 

How  important ! 
Free  forgiveness  in  his  name ! 

3  Who  hath  our  report  believed  ? 

Who  received  the  joyful  word  ? 
Who  embraced  the  news  of  pardon 
Offered  to  you  by  the  Lord  ? 

Can  you  slight  it — 
Offered  to  you  by  the  Lord  ? 

4  0,  ye  angels,  hovering  round  us,  i 

Waiting  spirits,  speed  your  way  j 
Hasten  to  the  court  of  heaven, 
Tidings  bear  without  delay : 

Rebel  sinners 
Glad  the  message  will  obey. 


SINNERS   INVITED. 

3QQ  L.    M.  COLLYEK. 

00 •  Return^  0  Wanderer. 

1  RETURN,  0  wanderer,  now  return, 

And  seek  an  injured  Father's  face  ; 

Those  warm  desires  that  in  thee  burn, 

Were  kindled  by  the  Spirit's  grace. 

2  Return,  0  wanderer,  now  return. 

And  seek  a  Father's  melting  heart ; 
His  pitying  eyes  thy  grief  discern. 
His  love  shall  peace  and  joy  impart. 

3  Return,  0  wanderer,  now  return, 

Thy  dying  Saviour  bids  thee  live ; 
Go  to  his  bleeding  cross,  and  learn 
How  freely  Jesus  can  forgive. 

4  Return,  0  wanderer,  now  return, 

And  wipe  away  the  falling  tear ; 
'Tis  God  who  says,  "  No  longer  mourn, '^ 
^Tis  mercy's  voice  invites  thee  near. 

8Q/%  ll's.  Ch.  Lyre. 

O  J.  Turn  Ye. 

1  0  TURN  ye,  0  turn  ye,  for  why  will  you  die, 
Whon  God  in  great  mercy  is  coming  so  nigh  ? 
Mow  Jesus  invites  you,  the  Spirit  says,  Come, 
And  angels  are  waiting  to  welcome  you  home. 

2  How  vain  the  delusion,  that  while  you  delay, 

Your  hearts  may  grow  better;  your  chains  melt  awayf 
Come  guilty,  come  wretched,  come  just  as  j'ou  are ; 
All  helpless  and  dying,  to  Jesus  repair. 

3  The  contrite  in  heart  he  will  freely  receive, 

0,  why  will  you  not  the  glad  message  believe? 
If  sin  be  your  burden,  why  will  you  not  come  ? 
'Tis  you  he  makes  welcome ;  he  bids  you  come  homo. 
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4  Come,  give  us  your  hand,  and  the  Saviour  your  heart; 
In  him  once  united,  we  never  shall  part ; 
0,  how  can  we  leave  you?  why  will  you  not  come? 
We'll  journey  together,  and  soon  be  a't  home. 

3r\r\  7's.  Har.  Sac. 

yUt  Hearts  of  Stone, 

1  HEARTS  of  stone,  relent,  relent ; 

Break,  by  Jesus^  cross  subdued ;  | 

See  his  body  mangled,  rent, 

Covered  with  a  gore  of  blood ; 
Sinful  soul,  what  hast  thou  done  ? 
Crucified  th^  eternal  Son. 

2  Yes,  thy  sins  have  done  the  deed, 

Driven  the  nails  that  fixed  him  there, 
Crowned  with  thorns  his  sacred  head, 

Plunged  into  his  side  the  spear. 
Made  his  soul  a  sacrifice, 
While  for  sinful  man  he  dies. 

8  Wilt  thou  let  him  bleed  in  vain  ? 
Still  to  death  thy  Lord  pursue? 
Open  all  his  wounds  again  ? 

And  the  shameful  cross  renew  ? 
*'  No  !  with  all  my  sins  I'll  part, 
*'  Saviour,  take  my  broken  heart.^' 


391. 


8's^  7's  &  4.        S.  F.  SmitW 
The  Last  Invitation. 
1  OFT  the  tidings  of  salvation, 

Have  been  pressed  upon  our  ears ; 
Who  has  heard  the  invitation  ; 
Who  in  sinning  perseveres  ? 

Who,  rebellious, 
Still  in  sinning  perseveres  ? 
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2  Thoughtless  ones,  while  ye,  departing, 

Hasten  from  these  scenes  away, 
Let  your  spirits,  onward  darting, 
See  another  parting  day ; 

Fast  approaching  ^ 

See  another  parting  day. 

3  Each  one  in  this  congregation, 

Then  must  go  to  heaven  or  hell — 
Pains  unknown  or  sweet  salvation — 
There  for  evermore  to  dwell ; 

None  escaping, 
There  for  evermore  to  dwell. 

IV.— INQUIRERS. 

qqO  S.  M.  Axon. 

OV/u»  Awakened. 

1  I  JUST  begin  to  see  ; 

Ah  I  Lord,  what  shall  I  do  ? 
How  shall  a  wretched  sinner  flee 
From  everlasting  wo  ? 

2  I  dare  no  longer  stay 

So  nigh  the  jaws  of  hell : 
Yet  how  to  go,  or  find  the  way 
To  Christ,  I  cannot  tell. 

3  0  Lord,  though  I  am  vile. 

Receive  me  as  I  am ; 
And  let  thy  sovereign  mercy  smile 
On  me,  through  Christ  the  Lamb. 

8r^^  C  M.  Hyde. 

Vt)»  Condemned  by  the  Law. 

1  AH,  what  can  I,  a  sinner,  do. 
With  all  my  guilt  oppressed ; 
I  feel  the  hardness  of  my  heart, 

And  conscience  knows  no  rest. 
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894. 


REVIVALS. 

2  Great  God,  thy  good  and  perfect  law, 

Does  ail  my  life  condemn, 
The  secret  evils  of  my  soul 
Fill  me  with  fear  and  shame. 

3  Qpw  long,  how  often  have  I  heard 

Of  Jesus  and  of  heaven  ; 
Yet  scarcely  listened  to  his  word, 
Or  prayed  to  be  forgiven  ! 

4  Constrain  me,  Lord,  to  turn  to  thee, 

And  grant  renewing  grace  ; 
For  thou  this  flinty  heart  canst  break. 
And  thine  shall  be  the  praise. 

7's,  Raffia  I 

Confession  of  Sin. 

1  SOVEREIGN  Ruler,  Lord  of  all, 
Prostrate  at  thy  feet  I  fall : 
Hear,  0  hear  my  earnest  cry : 
Frown  not,  lest  I  faint  and  die. 

2  Vilest  of  the  sons  of  men. 
Chief  of  sinners,  I  have  been  ; 
Oft  have  sinned  before  thy  face ; 
Trampled  on  thy  richest  grace. 

3  Justly  might  thy  fatal  dart 
Pierce  this  guilty,  brolten  heart ; 
Justly  might  thy  righteous  breath 
Doom  me  to  eternal  death. 

4  Jesus,  save  my  dying  soul ; 
Make  my  broken  spirit  whole  ; 
Humbled  in  the  dust  I  lie ; 
Saviour,  leave  me  not  to  die 

^Q^  S.  M.  COVVPEK 

O  y  0  •      Self-righteous  Hopes  Renounced. 
1  MY  former  hopes  are  fled. 
My  terror  now  begins  ; 
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INQUIRERS. 

I  feel,  alas !  that  I  am  dead 
In  trespasses  and  sins. 

2  Ah,  whither  shall  I  fly  ? 

I  hear  the  thunder  roar  ; 
The  law  proclaims  destruction  nigh, 
And  vengeance  at  the  door. 

3  When  I  review  my  ways, 

I  dread  impending  doom  ; 
But  sure  a  friendly  whisper  says, 
"Flee  from  the  wrath  to  come/' 

4  I  see,  or  think  I  see, 

A  glimmering  from  afar ; 
A  beam  of  day  that  shines  for  me, 
To  save  me  from  despair. 

5  Forerunner  of  the  sun. 

It  marks  the  pilgrim^  s  way : 
I'll  gaze  upon  it  while  I  run, 
And  watch  the  rising  day. 

8,^/^  L.  M.  C.Wesley 

V  0 .  The  Burden  of  Sin. 

1  0  THAT  my  load  of  sin  were  gone  ! 

0  that  I  could  at  last  submit, 
At  Jesus'  feet  to  lay  me  down, 
To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus'  feet ! 

2  Rest  for  my  soul  I  long  to  find ; 

Fountain  of  rest,  thou,  Saviour,  art ; 
Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind. 
And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 

3  Fain  would  I  learn  of  thee,  my  God, 

Thy  light  and  easy  burden  prove ; 
The  cross,  all  stained  with  hallowed  bloody 
The  labor  of  thy  dying  love. 
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4  I  would ;  but  thou  must  give  the  power ; 

My  heart  from  every  sin  release  ; 
Bring  near,  bring  near  the  joyful  hour, 
And  fill  my  soul  with  heavenly  peace. 

5  Come,  Lord,  the  drooping  sinner  cheer, 

Nor  let  thy  chariot  wheels  delay  ; 
Appear,  in  my  poor  heart  appear  ; 
My  God,  my  Saviour,  come  away. 

8^^  S.  M.  Newton. 

V  I  •  The  Gospel  Pool 

1  BESIDE  the  gospel  pool. 

Appointed  for  the  poor, 
From  time  to  time  my  helpless  soul 
Has  waited  for  a  cure. 

2  How  often  have  I  thought, 

"Why  should  I  longer  lie  ? 
Surely  the  mercy  I  have  sought 
Is  not  for  such  as  I. 

3  But  whither  can  I  go  ? 

There  is  no  other  pool 
Where  streams  of  sovereign  mercy  flow, 
To  make  a  sinner  whole. 

4  Here  then,  from  day  to  day, 

1^11  wait,  and  hope,  and  try  ; 
Can  Jesus  hear  a  sinner  pray, 
Yet  suffer  him  to  die  ? 

8QQ  L.  M.  Hart. 

V  O  •        Hardness  of  Heart  Lamented, 
1  0  FOR  a  glance  of  heavenly  day. 
To  chase  the  shades  of  night  away; 
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To  melt,  with  beams  of  love  divine, 
This  unrelenting  heart  of  mine  ! 

2  The  rocks  can  rend,  the  earth  can  quake, 
The  ocean  roar,  the  mountain  shake ; 
All  nature  feels,  and  gives  the  sign, 
But  not  this  stubborn  heart  of  mine. 

3  Dear  Lord,  the  sorrows  thou  hast  felt, 
Might  cause  a  heart  of  stone  to  melt ; 
Yet  I  can  read  each  sacred  line. 
And  nothing  melt  this  heart  of  mine. 

4  But  power  supreme  the  soul  can  move, 
And  purify  and  melt  to  love ; 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  power  divine, 
0  come,  subdue  this  heart  of  mine. 

QQQ  CM.  C.  Wesley. 

t)uv»  Prayer  for  Repentance, 

1  0  FOR  that  tenderness  of  heart, 

Which  bows  before  the  Lord  I 
That  owns  how  just  and  good  thou  art, 
And  trembles  at  thy  word ! 

2  0  for  those  humble,  contrite  tears 

Which  from  repentance  flow  I 
That  sense  of  guilt,  which  trembling  fears 
The  long-suspended  blow  I 

3  Saviour,  to  me  in  pity  give 

For  sin  the  deep  distress. 
The  pledge  thou  wilt  at  last  receive, 
And  bid  me  die  in  peace. 

4  0  fill  my  soul  with  faith  and  love, 

And  strength  to  do  thy  vdll ; 
Raise  my  desires  and  hopes  above  ; 
Thyself  to  me  reveal. 

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REVIVALS. 

S.   M.  C.  Weslet. 

The  Hindrance, 

1  AH  !  whither  should  I  go, 

Burdened,  and  sick,  and  faint ; 
To  whom  should  I  my  troubles  show, 
And  pour  out  my  complaint  ? 

2  My  Saviour  bids  me  come  ; 

Ah !  why  do  I  delay  ? 
He  calls  the  weary  sinner  home, 
And  yet  from  him  I  stay. 

3  What  is  it  keeps  me  back. 

From  which  I  cannot  part  ? 
Which  will  not  let  the  Saviour  take 
Possession  of  my  heart  ? 

4  Jesus  !  the  hindrance  show. 

Which  I  have  feared  to  see  ; 
And  let  me  now  consent  to  know 
What  keeps  me  back  from  thee. 

5  Searcher  of  hearts,  in  mine 

Thy  saving  power  display  ; 
Into  its  darkest  corner  shine, 
And  take  the  veil  away. 

y|  /-.  -i  8^S  &   7'S.  TUENEK. 

jlU  1 1  Pleading  for  Mercy. 

1  JESUS,  full  of  all  compassion. 

Hear  thy  humble  suppliant\s  cry  ; 
Let  me  know  thy  great  salvation  ; 
See,  I  languish,  faint,  and  die. 

2  Guilty,  but  with  heart  relenting. 

Overwhelmed  with  helpless  grief, 
Prostrate  at  thy  feet  repenting^ 
Send,  0  send  me  quick  relief.  . 
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3  Whither  should  a  wretch  be  fljing, 

But  to  him  who  comfort  gives  ? 
Whither,  from  the  dread  of  dying, 
But  to  him  who  ever  lives  ? 

4  On  the  word  thy  blood  hath  sealed 

Hangs  my  everlasting  all ; 

Let  thine  arm  be  now  revealM, 

Stay,  0  stay  me,  lest  I  fall. 

'    5  Saved — the  deed  shall  spread  new  glory 
Through  the  shining  realms  above ; 
Angels  sing  the  pleasing  story, 
All  enraptured  with  thy  love. 

4f\ir)  C   M.  Stennett. 

JLyJ^t  Imphring  Pardon. 

1  DEAR  Saviour,  prostrate  at  thy  feet 

A  guilty  rebel  lies, 
And  upward  to  thy  mercy-seat 
Presumes  to  lift  his  eyes. 

2  If  tears  of  sorrow  would  suffice 

To  pay  the  debt  I  owe, 
Tears  should  from  both  my  weeping  eyes 
In  ceaseless  torrents  flow. 

3  But  no  such  sacrifice  I  plead 

To  expiate  my  guilt ; 
No  tears,  but  those  which  thou  hast  shed ; 
No  blood,  but  thou  hast  spilt. 

4  I  plead  thy  sorrows,  gracious  Lord ; 

Do  thou  my  sins  forgive : 
Thy  justice  will  approve  the  word 
That  bids  the  sinner  live. 
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iUOi       Earthly  Reliances  Abandoned. 

1  0  LORD,  I  fall  before  thy  face  ; 
My  only  refuge  is  thy  grace : 

No  outward  forms  can  make  me  clean ; 
The  leprosy  lies  deep  within. 

2  No  bleeding  bird,  nor   bleeding  beast, 
Nor  hyssop  branch,  nor  sprinkling  priest, 
Nor  running  brook,  nor  flood,  nor  sea, 
Can  wash  the  dismal  stain  away. 

3  Jesus,  my  God,  thy  blood  alone 
Hath  power  sufficient  to  atone ; 

Thy  blood  can  make  me  white  as  snow  ; 
No  human  power  could  cleanse  me  so. 

AC\\  C.   M.  Pratt's  Col. 

^V/X*         Inquirers  directed  to  Christ, 

1  ALL  ye,  who  feel  your  guilt  and  thrall, 

And  fear  eternal  wo. 
Attend  the  gospel's  gracious  call — 
This  hour  to  Jesus  go. 

2  His  cross,  that  pours  a  cleansing  flood, 

Shall  all  your  stains  remove ; 

For  every  wound  his  precious  blood 

A  sovereign  balm  shall  prove. 

3  His  conquering  grace  shall  set  you  free 

From  sin's  oppressive  chains, 
From  Satan's  hateful  tyranny, 
And  everlasting  pains 

4  Come,  then,  ye  heavy  laden,  come ! 

His  instant  help  implore  ; 
Millions  have  found  in  him  a  home-^ 
There's  room  for  millions  more. 
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Af\^  L.   M.  Watts. 

i:\JO*  Chris fs  Invitation. 

1  COME  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls  ; 

Ye  heavy-laden  sinners,  come ; 
1^11  give  you  rest  from  all  your  toils, 
And  raise  you  to  my  heavenly  home. 

2  They  shall  find  rest  that  learn  of  me ; 

I'm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  mind  ; 
But  passion  rages  like  the  sea, 
And  pride  is  restless  as  the  wind. 

3  Blest  is  the  man  whose  shoulders  take 

My  yoke,  and  bear  it  with  delight ; 
My  yoke  is  easy  to  his  neck. 
My  grace  shall  make  the  burden  light, 

4  Jesus,  we  come  at  thy  command. 

With  faith,  and  hope,  and  cheerful  zeal ; 
Besign  our  spirits  to  thy  hand. 
To  mould  and  guide  us  at  thy  will. 

Ar\n  7'S.  CONDER 

jl\j[)»  The  Saviour'' s  Welcome, 

1  WELCOME,  welcome  !  sinner  hear; 
Linger  not  through  shame  or  fear  ; 
Doubt  not,  nor  distrust  the  Lord, 
Bead  thy  welcome  in  his  word. 

2  Welcome  to  the  offered  peace  ; 
Welcome,  prisoner,  to  release  ; 
Burst  thy  bonds ;  be  saved ;  be  free  ; 
Bise  and  come — he  calleth  thee. 

3  Welcome  to  the  cleansing  fount, 
Springing  from  the  holy  mount ; 
AVelcome  to  the  feast  divine. 
Bread  of  life,  and  living  wine. 

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4  None  can  come  that  shall  not  find 
Mercy  called  whom  grace  inclined ; 
Nor  shall  any  willing  heart 

Hear  the  bitter  word,  depart ! 

5  0,  the  virtue  of  that  price ! 
Christ^ s  redeeming  sacrifice  ! 
Come,  ye  bought,  but  not  with  gold, 
Welcome  to  the  sacred  fiDld. 

yj  r\^  L.   M.  Steele. 

iU  I  •  Weary  Souls. 

1  COME,  weary  souls,  with  sin  distressed, 
Come  and  accept  the  promised  rest : 
The  Saviour's  gracious  call  obey, 

And  cast  your  gloomy  fisars  away. 

2  Oppressed  with  guilt,  a  painful  load, 
0  come  and  spread  your  woes  abroad ; 
Divine  compassion,  mighty  love. 
Will  all  the  painful  load  remove. 

3  Here  mercy's  boundless  ocean  flows. 

To  cleanse  your  guilt  and  heal  your  woes ; 
Pardon,  and  life,  and  endless  peace ; 
How  rich  the  gift,  how  free  the  grace ! 

,^^  CM.  G.B.lDE.. 

xUO»  Weeping  Mary. 

1  PROSTRATE  at  Jesus'  feet,  behold 

Repenting  Mary  weep, 
Eowed  with  a  load  of  grief  untold, 
And  woes  that  never  sleep. 

2  The  tear  that  from  her  dim  eye  breaks, 

Her  heart  with  sorrow  riven, 
The  pitying  Saviour  views,  and  speaks 
Her  many  sins  forgiven. 
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3  0  mourning  soul,  whose  guilt  and  fears 

A  bitter  anguish  prove, 
Not  all  thy  groans,  nor  flowing  tears. 
Thy  burden  can  remove. 

4  But  there  is  One  above,  who  bore 

That  burden  in  thy  stead, 
When  wrath,  with  all  its  gathered  store, 
Burst  on  his  sacred  head. 

5  Go,  humbly  fall  before  his  feet : 

There  weep,  and  love,  and  pray ; 
And  mercy  from  his  heavenly  seat 
Shall  smile  thy  sins  away. 


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8'S    &    7*S.  MONTGOMEEY. 

The  Fountain  Opened. 

1  COME  to  Calvary's  holy  mountain, 

Sinners,  ruined  by  the  fall ; 
Here  a  pure  and  healing  fountain 

Flows  to  you,  to  me,  to  all, 
In  a  full,  perpetual  tide, 
Opened  when  the  Saviour  died. 

2  Come,  in  sorrow  and  contrition. 

Wounded,  iaipotent,  and  blind ; 
Here  the  guilty,  free  remission, 

Here  the  troubled,  peace  may  find  : 
Health  this  fountain  will  restore ; 
He  that  drinks  shall  thirst  no  more. 

■J   He  that  drinks  shall  live  for  ever : 
'Tis  a  soul-renewing  flood : 
God  is  faithful — God  will  never 
Break  his  covenant  in  blood, 
Signed  when  our  Redeemer  died, 
Sealed  when  he  was  glorified  ! 
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REVIVALS. 

A  ^  r\  CM.  Medley. 

X  1  U«  Living  Waters. 

1  0,  WHAT  amazing  words  of  grace 

Are  in  the  gospel  found  ? 
Suited  to  every  sinner's  case, 
Who  hears  the  joyful  sound. 

2  Come,  then,  with  all  your  wants  and  wounds  ; 

Your  every  burden  bring  ; 
Here  love,  unchanging  love,  abounds, 
A  deep,  celestial  spring. 

3  This  spring  with  living  water  flows, 

And  heavenly  joy  imparts  ; 
Come,  thirsty  souls,  your  wants  disclose. 
And  drink  with  thankful  hearts. 

4  A  host  of  sinners,  vile  as  you. 

Have  here  found  life  and  peace ; 
Come,  then,  and  prove  its  virtues  too, 
And  drink,  adore,  and  bless. 

J  1  -i  7's.  Ch.  Psalmist. 

X  1  1  •  Fulness  of  Christ 

1  BLEEDING  hearts,  defiled  by  sin, 
Jesus^  blood  can  make  you  clean  ; 
Weary  souls,  with  guilt  oppressed, 
Jesus'  grace  can  give  you  rest. 

2  You  that  mourn  o'er  follies  past. 
Precious  hours  and  years  laid  waste ; 
Look  to  Jesus — look  and  live ! 
Jesus'  love  will  all  forgive. 

3  Souls  benighted  and  forlorn. 
Tossed,  afflicted,  tempest-worn, 
Now  in  Israel's  Rock  confide, 
Jesus,  in  your  stead,  has  died. 

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INQUIRERS. 

4  Fainting  souls,  in  periFs  hour, 
Yield  not  to  the  tempter's  power ; 
On  the  risen  Lord  rely ; 
Jesus  lives  and  reigns  on  high. 


412. 


7'S.  TOPLADY. 

"  He  hath  borne  ow  grief s.^^ 

1  WEEPING  soul,  no  longer  mourn, 
'  Jesus  all  thy  griefs  hath  borne  ; 

Yiew  him  bleeding  on  the  tree, 
Pouring  oat  his  life  for  thee ; 
There  thy  every  sin  he  bore, 
Weeping  soul,  lament  no  more. 

2  All  thy  crimes  on  him  were  laid ; 
See  upon  his  blameless  head 
Wrath  its  utmost  vengeance  pours, 
Due  to  my  offence  and  yours ; 
Weary  sinner,  keep  thine  eyes 

On  the  atoning  sacrifice. 

3  Cast  thy  guilty  soul  on  him, 
Find  him  mighty  to  redeem ; 
At  his  feet  thy  burden  lay. 
Look  thy  doubts  and  fears  away ; 
Now  by  faith  the  Son  embrace. 
Plead  his  promise,  trust  his  grace. 

4  Lord,  thy  arm  must  be  revealed, 
Ere  I  can  by  faith  be  healed ; 
Since  I  scarce  can  look  to  thee, 
Cast  a  gracious  eye  on  me ; 

At  thy  feet  myself  I  lay, 
Shine,  0  shine  my  sins  away. 

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REVIVALS. 

8's,  7's  &  4.  Hart. 

Jesus  Ready  to  Save. 

1  COME,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  wretched, 

Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore, 
Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 
Full  of  pity,  love,  and  power : 

He  is  able — 
He  is  willing — doubt  no  more. 

2  Come,  ye  thirsty,  come  and  welcome  ; 

God's  free  bounty  glorify : 
True  belief  and  true  repentance, 
Every  grace  that  brings  us  nigh— 

Without  money, 
Come  to  Jesus  Christ  and  buy. 

3  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy  laden, 

Lost  and  ruined  by  the  fall ; 
If  you  tarry  till  you're  better. 
You  will  never  come  at  all : 

Not  the  righteous — ■ 
Sinners,  Jesus  came  to  call. 

4  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream ; 
All  the  fitness  he  requireth, 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him : 

This  he  gives  you — 
'Tis  the  Spirit's  rising  beam. 

5  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo  1  your  Maker  prostrate  lies  ! 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him  ; 
Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies, 

"It  is  finished:'' 
Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice  V 
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INQUIRERS. 

6  Lo !  the  incarnate  God  ascended, 
Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood  ; 
Venture  on  him,  venture  wholly, 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude : 

None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 


414. 


C.  p.   M.        T.  U.  Walter. 

Go  to  Jesus. 
DESPONDING  soul,  0  cease  thy  wo  ; 
Dry  up  thy  tears ;  to  Jesus  go, 

In  faith's  appointed  way ; 
Let  not  thy  unbelieving  fears 
Still  hold  thee  back — thy  Saviour  hears— 

From  him  no  longer  stay. 

No  works  of  thine  can  e'er  impart 
A  balm  to  heal  thy  wounded  heart, 

Or  solid  comfort  give ; 
Turn,  then,  to  him  who  freely  gave 
His  precious  blood  thy  soul  to  save ; 

E'en  now  he  bids  thee  live. 

Helpless  and  lost,  to  Jesus  fly ! 
His  power  and  love  are  ever  nigh 

To  those  who  seek  his  face ; 
Thy  deepest  guilt  on  him  was  laid, 
He  bore  thy  sins,  thy  ransom  paid ; 

0,  haste  to  share  his  grace. 

A  1  1^  CM.  Jo^^ES. 

A  1  ^  •  Resolving  to  go  to  Jesus, 

I  COME,  trembling  sinner,  in  whose  breast 
A  thousand  thoughts  revolve — 
Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  oppressed, 
And  make  this  last  resolve : 
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2  I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 
Hath  like  a  mountain  rose ; 
I  know  his  courts,  1^11  enter  in, 
Whatever  may  oppose. 

S  Prostrate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne, 
And  there  my  guilt  confess ; 
I'll  tell  him  I^m  a  wretch  undone. 
Without  his  sovereign  grace. 

4  I'll  to  the  gracious  King  approach, 

Whose  sceptre  pardon  gives ; 
Perhaps  he  will  command  my  touch- 
And  then  the  suppliant  lives. 

5  Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea, 

Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer ; 
But  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray, 
And  perish  only  there. 

6  I  can  but  perish  if  I  go ; 

I  am  resolved  to  try ; 
For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 
I  must  for  ever  die. 


L.  M.  Anom, 

Going  to  Jesus. 


416. 

1  JUST  as  I  am,  without  one  plea, 
But  that  thy  blood  was  shed  for  me, 
And  that  thou  bidst  me  come  to  thee, 
0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come,  I  come ! 

2  Just  as  I  am — and  waiting  not 
To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot, 
To  thee,  whose  blood  can  cleanse  each  spoij 
0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come,  I  come  ! 

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INQUIRERS. 

3  Just  as  I  am — poor,  wretched,  blind ; 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind, 
Yea,  all  I  need,  in  thee  to  find, 

0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come,  I  come  1 

4  Just  as  I  am,  thou  wilt  receive, 

Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve ! 
Because  thy  promise  I  believe, 
0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come,  I  come ! 

5  Just  as  I  am — thy  love  unknown, 
ilas  broken  every  barrier  down  ; 
Now,  to  be  thine,  yea,  thine  alone, 
0  Lamb  of  God,  I  come,  I  come ! 


417. 


C.   p.   M.  Newton. 

The  Surrender, 

LORD,  thou  hast  won — at  length  I  yield  ; 
My  heart,  by  mighty  grace  compelled, 

Surrenders  all  to  thee : 
Against  thy  terrors  long  I  strove. 
But  who  can  stand  against  thy  love  ? — 

Love  conquers  even  me. 

If  thou  hadst  bid  thy  thunders  roll, 
And  lightnings  flash  to  awe  my  soul, 

I  still  had  stubborn  been : 
But  mercy  has  my  heart  subdued, 
A  bleeding  Saviour  I  have  viewed. 

And  now  I  hate  my  sin. 

Now,  Lord,  I  would  be  thine  alone ; 
Come,  take  possession  of  thine  own, 

For  thou  hast  set  me  free  ; 
Released  from  Satan's  hard  command, 
See  all  my  powers  in  waiting  stand, 

To  be  employed  by  thee. 
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REVIVALS. 

v.— CONVERTS. 

C.  p.   M.  OCCUM. 

"  Born  Again*^ 

1  AWAKED  by  Sinai's  awful  sound, 
My  soul  in  bonds  of  guilt  I  found, 

And  knew  not  where  to  go  ; 

Eternal  truth  did  loud  proclaim, 

**  The  sinner  must  be  born  again, 

Or  sink  to  endless  wo/' 

2  Amazed  I  stood,  but  could  not  tell 
Which  way  to  shun  the  gates  of  hell, 

For  death  and  hell  drew  near ; 
I  strove,  indeed,  but  strove  in  vain ; 
**  The  sinner  must  be  born  again," 

Still  sounded  in  my  ear. 

3  When  to  the  law  I  trembling  fled. 
It  poured  its  curses  on  my  head ; 

I  no  relief  could  find. 
This  fearful  truth  increased  my  pain ; 
"  The  sinner  must  be  born  again/' 

Overwhelmed  my  tortured  mind. 

4  The  saints  I  heard  with  rapture  tell 
How  Jesus  conquered  death  and  hell 

And  broke  the  fowler's  snare ; 
Yet  when  I  found  this  truth  remain, 
**  The  sinner  must  be  born  again," 

I  sunk  in  deep  despair. 

5  But  while  I  thus  in  anguish  lay. 
The  gracious  Saviour  passed  this  way, 

And  felt  his  pity  move  ; 
The  sinner,  by  his  justice  slain. 
Now  by  his  grace  is  born  again, 

And  sings  redeeming  love. 
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419. 


CONVERTS. 

C.  M.  Watts 

Renewed  by  the  Spirit. 


1  NOT  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth, 

Nor  rites  that  God  has  given, 
Nor  will  of  man,  nor  blood,  nor  birth, 
Can  raise  a  soul  to  heaven. 

2  The  sovereign  will  of  God  alone 

Creates  us  heirs  of  grace, 
Born  in  the  image  of  his  Son, 
A  new,  peculiar  race. 

3  The  Spirit,  like  some  heavenly  wind, 

Breathes  on  the  sons  of  flesh. 
Creates  anew  the  carnal  mind. 
And  forms  the  man  afresh. 

4  Our  quickened  souls  awake  and  rise 

From  their  long  sleep  of  death  ; 

On  heavenly  things  we  fix  our  eyes, 

And  praise  employs  our  breath. 

7's  &  6's.  C.  WEsr. 

Believing, 

1  GOD  of  my  salvation,  hear. 
And  help  me  to  believe ; 

Now  to  thee  do  I  draw  near, 
Thy  blessing  to  receive ; 

Full  of  sin,  alas,  I  am, 

But  to  thee  for  refuge  flee ; 

Friend  of  sinners,  spotless  Lamb, 
Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me. 

2  No  good  word,  or  work,  or  thought 
I  bring  to  buy  thy  grace  ; 

Pardon  I  accept,  unbought ; 
Thy  proffer  I  embrace. 
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REVIVALS. 

Needy,  guilty,  vile  I  am. 

Yet  I  know  thy  love  is  free ; 
Friend  of  sinners,  spotless  Lamb, 

Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me. 
3  Saviour,  from  thy  wounded  side 

I  never  will  depart ; 
At  thy  cross  will  I  abide^ 

With  humble,  trustin  g  heart ; 
When  my  place  above  I  claim, 

Still  the  cross  shall  be  my  plea ; 
Friend  of  sinners,  spotless  Lamb 

Thy  blood  was  shed  for  me. 

4^^  S.  M.  Watts. 

±4^  ±  9  Faith  in  Christ's  Sacrifice. 

1  NOT  all  the  blood  of  beasts, 

On  Jewish  altars  slain, 
Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  peace, 
Or  wash  away  the  stain. 

2  But  Christ,  the  heavenly  Lamb, 

Takes  all  our  sins  away ; 
A  sacrifice  of  nobler  name, 
And  richer  blood,  than  they. 

3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 

On  that  dear  head  of  thine, 
While  like  a  penitent  I  stand, 
And  there  confess  my  sin. 

4  My  soul  looks  back,  to  see 

The  burdens  thou  didst  bear. 
When  hanging  on  the  cursed  tree. 
And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there. 

5  Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  see  the  curse  remove  ; 
We  bless  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  sing  his  bleeding  love. 
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CONVERTS. 

Ai)i)  J^-M-  Watts. 

±/C/u*  Depending  on  Oij'isVs  Righteousness, 

1  NO  more,  my  God,  I  boast  no  more 

Of  all  the  duties  I  have  done ; 
I  quit  the  hopes  I  held  before, 
To  trust  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

2  Now,  for  the  love  I  bear  his  name, 

What  was  my  gain  I  count  my  loss ; 
My  former  pride  I  call  my  shame, 
And  nail  my  glory  to  his  cross. 

3  Yes,  and  I  must  and  will  esteem 

All  things  but  loss  for  Jesus^  sake ; 
0,  may  my  soul  be  found  in  him, 
And  of  his  righteousness  partake. 

4  The  best  obedience  of  my  hands 

Dares  not  appear  before  thy  throne ; 
But  faith  can  answer  thy  demands, 
By  pleading  what  my  Lord  has  done. 

/1 00  C.  p.  M.  TOPLADT. 

luO*       Trusting  in  Christ  for  Pardon, 

1  0  THOU  that  hear'st  the  prayer  of  fiiith, 
Wilt  thou  not  save  a  soul  from  death, 

That  casts  itself  on  thee  ? 
I  have  no  refuge  of  my  own. 
But  fly  to  what  my  Lord  hath  done 

And  suffered  once  for  me. 

2  Slain  in  the  guilty  sinner's  stead, 
His  spotless  righteousness  I  plead, 

And  his  availing  blood ; 
That  righteousness  my  robe  shall  be, 
That  merit  shall  atone  for  me, 

And' bring  me  near  to  God. 
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424 


REVIVALS. 

3  Then  save  me  from  eternal  death, 
The  spirit  of  adoption  breathe, 

His  consolations  send ; 
By  him  some  word  of  life  impart. 
And  sweetly  whisper  to  my  heart, 

*'  Thy  Maker  is  thy  friend/' 

4  The  king  of  terrors  then  would  be 
A  welcome  messenger  to  me. 

To  bid  me  come  away ; 
Unclogged  by  earth,  or  earthly  things, 
I'd  mount,  I'd  fly,  with  eager  wings. 

To  everlasting  day. 

S.  M.  Beddome 

Weeping  for  Sin. 

1  DID  Qhrist  o'er  sinners  weep. 
And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry  ? 

Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 
Burst  forth  from  every  eye. 

2  The  Son  of  God  in  tears 
The  wondering  angels  see  ; 

Be  thou  astonished,  0  my  soul ; 
He  shed  those  tears  for  thee. 

3  He  wept  that  we  might  weep ; 
Each  sin  demands  a  tear: 

In  heaven  alone  no  sin  is  found. 
And  there's  no  weeping  there. 

C.  M.  Watts.. 

Repentance  in  view  of  Christ's  Death, 
1  ALAS !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed? 
And  did  my  Sovereign  die  ? 
Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 
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CONVERTS. 

2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done, 

He  groaned  upon  the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pity !  grace  unknown 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

3  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  Christ,  the  mighty  Maker,  died 
For  man  the  creature's  sin. 

4  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face 

While  his  dear  cross  appears, 

Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 

And  melt  mine  eyes  to  tears. 

5  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe  ; 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away, 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

A^p  L.  M.   Montgomery's  CoL. 

JL/uD«  The  Injured  Friend. 

1  FLOW  fast,  my  tears !  the  cause  is  great ; 
This  tribute,  claims  an  injured  Friend  : 
One  whom  I  long  pursued  with  hate, 
And  yet  he  loved  me  to  the  end. 

2  Fast  flow  my  tears  ;  yet  faster  flow, 
Stream  copious  as  yon  purple  tide ; 
'Twas  I  that  dealt  the  deadly  blow, 

I  urged  the  hand  that  pierced  his  side. 

3  Fast,  and  yet  faster  flow  my  tears. 

Love  breaks  the  heart  and  drowns  the  eyes, 
His  visage  marred,  towards  heaven  he  rears, 
And,  pleading  for  his  murderers,  dies  I 

4  My  grief,  nor  measure  knows  nor  end, 
Till  he  appears  the  sinner's  friend  I 
And  gives  me  in  a  happy  hour. 

To  feel  the  risen  Saviour's  power. 
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427 


REVIVALS. 

C.   M,  Newton, 

Subdued  by  the  Gross. 

1  IN  evil  long  I  took  delight, 

Unawed  by  shame  or  fear, 
Till  a  new  object  struck  my  sight 
And  stopped  my  wild  career. 

2  I  saw  one  hanging  on  a  tree, 

In  agonies  and  blood ; 
He  fixed  his  languid  eyes  on  me, 
As  near  his  cross  I  stood. 

3  0,  never  till  my  latest  breath, 

Shall  I  forget  that  look ; 
It  seemed  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 
Though  not  a  word  he  spoke. 

4  My  conscience  felt  and  owned  the  guilt ; 

It  plunged  me  in  despair ; 
I  saw  my  sins  his  blood  had  spilt, 
And  helped  to  nail  him  there. 

5  A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said, 

"  I  freely  all  forgive  ; 
This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid ; 
I  die  that  thou  mayst  live.^' 

6  Thus,  while  his  death  my  sin  displays 

In  all  its  darkest  hue, 
Such  is  the  mystery  of  grace, 
It  seals  my  pardon  too. 

.OO  CM.  Anon. 

\r  /y  O  •  Sweetness  of  Repentance, 

1  SWEET  were  the  tears  that  once  I  shed, 
Sweet  their  remembrance  now  ; 
'Twas  when  by  faith  I  saw  him  bleed, 
To  whom  my  life  I  owe. 
264 


CONVERTS. 

2  Not  all  the  tears  that  sinners  shed, 

Could  ever  give  repose ; 
The  voice  of  God  awakes  the  dead, 
And  goodness  conquers  foes. 

3  Yet  when  I  feel  that  he  is  good, 

I^m  melted  to  the  ground, 
And  find  in  Chrisf  s  atoning  blood 
A  balm  for  every  wound. 

4  0  then  how  pleasing  ^tis  to  weep  ! 

Overwhelmed  with  grateful  grief; 
The  tear  of  penitence  is  sweet, 
And  always  brings  relief, 

yjOQ  7^s.  Nkwton. 

Ji.AjV%  Saved  by  Grace, 

1  SAVED  by  grace,  I  live  to  tell 

What  the  love  of  Christ  hath  done ; 
He  redeemed  my  soul  from  hell. 

Of  a  rebel  made  a  son  ; 
0,  I  tremble  still  to  think 

IIow  secure  I  lived  in  sin  ; 
Sporting  on  destruction's  brink. 

Yet  preserved  from  falling  in. 

2  In  his  own  appointed  hour, 

To  my  heart  the  Saviour  spoke : 
Touched  me  by  his  Spirit's  power, 

And  my  dangerous  slumber  broke. 
Then  I  saw  and  owned  my  guilt : 

Soon  my  gracious  Lord  replied, 
"  Fear  not,  I  my  blood  have  spilt, 

'Twas  for  such  as  thee  I  died." 

3  Shame  and  wonder,  joy  and  love, 

All  at  once  possessed  my  heart ; 
Can  I  hope  thy  grace  to  prove 
After  acting  such  a  part  ? 

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REVIVALS. 

"  Thou  hast  greatly  sinned/'  he  said, 

" But  I  freely  all  forgive; 
I  myself  thy  debt  have  paid 

Now  I  bid  thee  rise  and  live." 

Come,  my  fellow-sinners,  try, 

Jesus'  heart  is  full  of  love ! 
0  that  you,  as  well  as  I, 

May  his  wondrous  mercy  prove  I 
lie  has  sent  me  to  declare, 

All  is  ready,  all  is  free : 
Why  should  any  soul  despair, 

When  he  saved  a  wretcn  like  me? 


430. 


7  S.  Newton. 

Sovereign  Grace, 

1  SOVEREIGN  grace  hath  power  alone 
To  subdue  a  heart  of  stone ; 

And  the  moment  grace  is  felt, 
Then  the  hardest  heart  will  melt. 

2  When  the  Lord  was  crucified, 
Two  transgressors  with  him  died ; 
One  with  vile  blaspheming  tongue, 
Scoffed  at  Jesus  as  he  hung. 

3  Thus  he  spent  his  wicked  breath 
In  the  very  jaws  of  death  ; 
Perished,  as  too  many  do. 
With  the  Saviour  in  his  view. 

4  But  the  other,  touched  with  grace. 
Saw  the  danger  of  his  case  ; 
Faith  received  to  own  the  Lord, 
Whom  the  scribes  and  priests  abhorred. 

5  "  Lord,''  he  prayed,  "  remember  me, 
When  in  glory  thou  shalt  be : 

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CONVERTS. 

"  Soon  with  me,"  the  Lord  replies, 
"  Thou  shall  rest  in  paradise." 

6  This  was  wondrous  grace  indeed^ 
Grace  bestowed  in  time  of  need  ! 
Sinners,  trust  in  Jesus'  name, 
You  shall  find  him  still  the  same. 

4Q^  S.     M.  TOPLADY. 

O  1 9  Distinguishing  Grace. 

i  NOT  to  myself  I  owe, 

That  I,  0  Lord,  am  thine ; 
Free  grace  hath  all  the  shades  broke  through, 
And  caused  the  light  to  shine. 

2  Me  thou  hast  willing  made, 

Thy  mercy  to  receive ; 
Called  by  the  voice  that  wakes  the  dead, 
I  come  to  thee  and  live. 

3  Why  was  I  made  to  see, 

Although  by  nature  blind? 
Why  am  I  taken  home  to  thee, 
And  others  left  behind  ? 

4  Because  thy  sovereign  love 

Was  bent  the  worst  to  save, 
Jesus,  who  reigns  enthroned  above, 
The  free  salvation  gave. 

5  No  more  a  child  of  wrath. 

Thy  smiling  face  I  see. 
And  praise  thee  for  the  work  of  faith. 
Which  thou  hast  wrought  in  me. 

4QQ  CM.  Newton. 

O/jt  Amazing  Grace, 

1  AMAZING  grace, — how  sweet  the  sound, 
That  saved  a  wretch  like  me ! 
267 


REVIVALS. 

I  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found ; 
Was  blind,  but  now  I  see. 

2  'Twas  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to  fear, 

And  grace  my  fears  relieved ; 
How  precious  did  that  grace  appear, 
The  hour  I  first  believed ! 

3  The  Lord  has  promised  good  to  me, 

His  word  my  hope  secures ; 
He  will  my  shield  and  portion  be, 
As  long  as  life  endures. 

4  Yes,  when  this  flesh  and  heart  shall  fail, 

And  mortal  life  shall  cease ; 
I  shall  possess,  within  the  veil, 
A  life  of  joy  and  peace. 

6  The  earth  shall  soon  dissolve  like  snow, 
The  sun  forbear  to  shine  ; 
But  God,  who  called  me  here  below, 
Will  be  for  ever  mine. 

8's  &  7's.  Newton. 

Spiritual  Blindness  Removed. 

1  "MERCY,  0  thou  Son  of  David!" 

Thus  blind  Bartimfeus  prayed : 
"  Others  by  thy  word  are  savfed. 
Now  to  me  afford  thine  aid.'' 

2  Many  for  his  crying  chid  him, 

But  he  called  the  louder  still ; 
Till  the  gracious  Saviour  bid  him — 
"  Come,  and  ask  me  what  you  will." 

3  "  Lord,  remove  this  grievous  blindness, 

Let  my  eyes  behold  the  day" — 
Straight  he  saw,  and  won  by  kindness, 
Followed  Jesus  in  the  way. 
268 


433. 


CONVERTS. 

4  0,  methinks  I  hear  him  praising, 
Publishing  to  all  around — 
"  Friends,  is  not  mj  case  amazing  ? 
What  a  Saviour  I  have  found  ! 

6  *'  0  that  all  the  blind  but  knew  him, 
And  would  be  advised  by  me ; 
Surely  they  would  hasten  to  him, 
He  would  cause  them  all  to  see." 


434. 


7^s  &  6's.  Newtoji 

Christ  the  Great  Physician. 

1  HOW  lost  was  my  condition, 

Till  Jesus  made  me  whole  ! 
There  is  but  one  Physician 

Can  cure  a  sin-sick  soul. 
Next  door  to  death  he  found  me, 

And  snatched  me  from  the  grave. 
To  tell  to  all  around  me 

His  wondrous  power  to  save. 

2  From  men  great  skill  professing, 

I  thought  a  cure  to  gain ; 
But  this  proved  more  distressing, 

And  added  to  my  pain. 
Some  said  that  nothing  ailed  me ; 

Some  gave  me  up  for  lost ; 
Thus  every  refuge  failed  me, 

And  all  my  hopes  were  crossed. 

3  At  length,  this  great  Physician — 

How  matchless  is  his  grace  ! 
Accepted  my  petition, 

And  undertook  my  case ; 
First  gave  me  sight  to  view  him, — 

For  sin  my  eyes  had  sealed, — 
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REVIVALS. 

Then  bade  me  look  unto  him: 
I  looked,  and  I  was  healed. 

4  A  dying,  risen  Jesus, 

Seen  by  the  eye  of  faith, 
At  once  from  danger  frees  us. 

And  saves  the  soul  from  death. 
Come,  then,  to  this  Physician ; 

His  help  hell  freely  give ; 
He  makes  no  hard  condition ; 

'Tis  only,  Look  and  live. 


435 


L.   M.  Cexnick 

Christ  the  Way, 

1  JESUS,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone, 
He  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon ; 
His  track  I  see,  and  111  pursue 
The  narrow  way,  till  him  I  view ; — 

2  This  is  the  way  I  long  have  sought. 
And  mourned  because  I  found  it  not ; 
My  grief,  my  burden  long  has  been, 
Because  I  could  not  cease  from  sin. 

3  The  more  I  strove  against  its  power, 
I  sinned  and  stumbled  but  the  more ; 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, 

*'  Come  hither,  soul ;  I  am  the  way/' 

4  Lo !  glad  I  come ;  and  thou,  blest  Lamb, 
Wilt  take  me  to  thee  as  I  am  ; 
Nothing  but  sin  I  thee  can  give, 
Nothing  but  love  shall  I  receive. 

5  Then  will  I  tell  to  sinners  round 
What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found  ? 
Ill  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood, 
And  say,  "  Behold  the  way  to  God.'' 

270 


CONVERTS. 

1QP  L.   M.  Brewer 

D  0  e  Christ  the  Hiding-Place. 

1  HAIL,  sovereign  love,  that  first  began 
The  scheme  to  rescue  fallen  man  1 
Hail,  matchless,  free,  eternal  grace, 
That  gave  my  soul  a  hiding-place. 

2  Against  the  God  that  rules  the  sky, 
I  fought  with  hands  uplifted  high ; 
Despised  the  ofiers  of  his  grace, 
Too  proud  to  seek  a  hiding-place. 

3  But  thus  th^  eternal  counsel  ran — 
"Almighty  love — arrest  the  man  ;'' 
I  felt  the  arrows  of  distress. 

And  found  I  had  no  hiding-place. 

4  Vindictive  Justice  stood  in  view ; 
To  Sinai's  fiery  mount  I  flew , 

But  Justice  cried,  with  frowning  face — 
"  This  mountain  is  no  hiding-place.'^ 

5  But  lo,  a  heavenly  voice  I  heard — 
And  mercy's  angel  soon  appeared ; 
Who  led  me  on,  a  pleasing  pace, 
To  Jesus  Christ,  my  hiding-place. 

6  On  him  almighty  vengeance  fell, 
Which  must  have  sunk  a  world  to  hell ; 
He  bore  it  for  his  chosen  race, 

And  now  he  is  my  hiding-place. 

4Q^  C.   M.  Watts. 

O  /  •  The  Great  Change. 

1  WHEN  God  revealed  his  gracious  name, 
And  changed  my  mournful  state, 
My  rapture  seemed  a  pleasing  dream. 
The  grace  appeared  so  great. 
271 


RE"VAALS. 

2  The  world  beheld  the  glorious  change, 

And  did  thy  hand  confess ; 
My  tongue  broke  out  in  vinknown  strains, 
And  sung  surprising  grace. 

3  "  Great  is  the  work/*  my  neighbors  cried. 

And  owned  thy  power  divine  ; 
"  Great  is  the  work/'  my  heart  replied, 
"  And  be  the  glory  thine/' 


438. 


L.   M.  Beddome. 

The  Time  of  Love. 

1  THAT  was  a  time  of  wondrous  love, 

When  Christ  my  Lord  was  passing  by; 
He  felt  his  tender  pity  move, 

And  brought  his  great  salvation  nigh. 

2  Guilty  and  self-condemned  I  stood, 

Nor  thought  his  mercy  was  so  near ; 
When  he  my  stubborn  heart  subdued, 
And  planted  all  his  graces  there. 

3  My  eyes  were  sealed,  and  shades  of  night 

O'er  all  my  mental  powers  were  drawn  ; 
He  spake  the  word,  "  Let  there  be  light,'' 
And  straight  the  day  began  to  dawn. 

4  When  on  the  verge  of  endless  pain. 

He  gently  whispered,  I  am  thine, 
I  lost  my  fears,  and  dropped  my  chain. 
And  felt  a  transport  all  divine. 

6  Now  he  supports  the  work  begun, 

Strengthens  my  hands  and  guides  my  ways 
To  him  be  endless  honors  done, 

Let  heaven  and  earth  resound  his  praise. 
272 


489. 


CONVERTS. 

6's  &  9's.  C.  Wesley. 

Joy  of  a  Convert. 

1  0,  HOW  happy  are  they 
Who  their  Saviour  obey, 

And  have  laid  up  their  treasure  above ! 
Tongue  can  never  express 
The  sweet  comfort  and  peace 

Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love. 

2  That  sweet  comfort  was  mine 
When  the  favor  divine 

I  had  found  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb. 

When  at  first  I  believed, 

What  true  joy  I  received  ! 
What  a  heaven  in  Jesus'  sweet  name ! 

3  'Twas  a  heaven  below 
My  Redeemer  to  know ; 

And  the  angels  could  do  nothing  more 

Than  to  fall  at  his  feet, 

And  the  story  repeat, 
And  the  Lover  of  sinners  adore. 

4  Jesus,  all  the  day  long, 
Was  my  joy  and  my  song : 

0  that  all  his  salvation  might  see ! 

He  hath  loved  me,  I  cried. 

He  hath  suffered  and  died 
To  redeem  such  a  rebel  as  me  I 

5  0  the  rapturous  height 
Of  that  holy  delight 

Which  I  felt  in  the  life-giving  blood  I 
Of  my  Saviour  possessed, 
I  was  perfectly  blest, 
As  if  filled  with  the  fulness  of  God. 
18  273 


REVIVALS. 


6  Now  my  remnant  of  days 
Would  I  spend  to  his  praise 

Who  hath  died  my  poor  soul  to  redeem ; 
Whether  many  or  few, 
AH  my  years  are  his  due ; 

May  they  all  be  devoted  to  him. 


440. 


E.  TuBNBULIi. 


5's  &  4's. 

Revival  Blessings, 
SINNERS  are  bending 

Low  at  the  throne, 
Jesus  is  sending 

His  Spirit  down. 
Sunlight  is  beaming 

Soft  from  the  sky ; 
Bright  are  the  visions 

That  gleam  on  the  eye. 

Angels  are  watching 

Over  the  place. 
Glad  souls  are  singing 

Wonders  of  grace ; 
Mercy  is  shedding 

Bliss  from  on  high, 
Freed  hearts  are  soaring 

Away  to  the  sky  1 


C.  p.  M.  Anon. 

Revival  Joys. 
WE  feel  that  heaven  is  now  begun, 
It  issues  from  the  shining  throne, 

From  Jesus'  grace  on  high : 
It  comes  like  floods,  we  canH  contain, 
We  drink,  and  drink,  and  drink  again, 
And  yet  we  still  are  dry. 
274 


441 


CONVERTS. 

2  But  when  we  come  to  reign  above, 
And  all  surround  the  throne  of  love, 

We'll  drink  a  full  supply ; 
Our  Shepherd  will  before  us  go, 
And  lead  where  heavenly  fountains  flow, 

That  never  will  run  dry. 

3  There  will  we  reign,  and  shout,  and  sing, 
And  make  the  upper  regions  ring, 

When  all  the  saints  get  home  ; 
€oaie  on,  come  on,  my  brethren  dear, 
Soon  shall  we  meet  together  there, 

For  Jesus  bids  us  come. 

4  Amen,  amen,  my  soul  replies, 

I'm  bound  to  meet  you  in  the  skies. 

And  claim  my  mansion  there : 
Now  here's  my  heart,  and  here's  my  hand. 
To  meet  you  in  that  heavenly  land 

Where  we  shall  part  no  more. 
6  There,  on  that  peaceful,  happy  shore. 
We'll  sing  and  shout  our  sufferings  o'er. 

In  sweet  redeeming  love  : 
Well  shout  and  praise  our  conquering  King 
Who  died  himself  that  he  might  bring 

Us  rebels  near  to  God. 


442 


7's.  R.  Palmer 

Praise  for  a  Revival, 

1  FOUNT  of  everlasting  love  ! 

Rich  thy  streams  of  mercy  are — 
Flowing  purely  from  above, 

Beauty  marks  their  course  afar. 

2  Lo,  thy  church,  thy  garden  now 

Blooms  beneath  the  heavenly  shower ! 
Sinners  feel,  and  melt,  and  bow : 
Mild,  yet  mighty,  is  thy  power. 
275 


REVIVALS. 

3  God  of  grace,  before  thy  throne 

Here  our  warmest  thanks  we  bring ; 
Thine  the  glory — thine  alone : 
Loudest  praise  to  thee  we  sing. 

4  Hear,  0  hear,  our  grateful  song  ; 

Let  thy  Spirit  still  descend ; 
Roll  the  tide  of  grace  along, 

AVidening,  deepening,  to  the  end. 

MQ  L.  M.  Beddome. 

O  •       Rejoicing  in  Chrisfs  Triumphs. 

1  PvEJOICE,  for  Christ,  the  Saviour  reigns  ; 

He  spreads  his  triumphs  all  abroad  ; 
And  sinners,  freed  from  endless  pains, 
Own  him  their  Saviour  and  their  God. 

2  His  sons  and  daughters  from  afar, 

Daily  at  Zion^s  gate  arrive  ; 
Those  who  were  dead  in  sin  before, 
By  sovereign  grace  are  made  alive. 

3  0,  may  his  conquests  still  increase. 

And  every  foe  his  power  subdue  ; 
While  angels  celebrate  his  praise, 
And  saints  his  growing  glories  show. 

4  Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lamb, 

From  all  below,  from  all  above ; 
In  lofty  songs  exalt  his  name, 
In  songs  as  lofty  as  his  love. 

C.   M.  HOSKINS. 

Joy  in  the  Conversion  of  Sinners. 
1  0,  HOW  the  hearts  of  those  revive, 
AVho  fear  and  love  the  Lord, 
When  sinners  dead  are  made  alive, 
By  his  all-quickening  word. 
276 


444 


CONVERTS. 

2  The  parent  views,  with  joyful  eyes, 

His  now  returning  son, 
And,  lost  in  grateful  rapture,  cries, 
What  hath  the  Saviour  done  1 

3  The  ministers  of  Christ  rejoice, 

When  souls  the  word  receive ; 
When  sinners  hear  the  Saviour's-  voice, 
And  in  his  name  believe. 

4  The  church  of  God  their  praises  join, 

And  of  salvation  sing ; 
They  glorify  the  grace  divine, 
Of  their  victorious  King. 

5  But  greater  joy  must  they  possess, 

Who  feel  this  glorious  change ; 
Their  laboring  tongues  can  but  express, 
How  true,  and  yet  how  strange  I 


445 


S.  M.  Swain. 

•  Praise  for  the  Conversion  of  Sinners. 

1  WHO  can  forbear  to  sing, 

Who  can  refuse  to  praise. 
When  Zion's  high,  celestial  King 
His  saving  power  displays  ? 

2  When  sinners  at  his  feet, 

By  mercy  conquered,  fall  ? 
When  grace,  and  truth,  and  justice  meet, 
And  peace  unites  them  all  ? 

3  Who  can  forbear  to  praise 

Our  high,  celestial  King, 
When  sovereign,  rich,  redeeming  grace 
Invites  our  tongues  to  sing  ? 

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REVIVALS. 

A  M  n  C.  M.  Needham. 

^TUa  The  Lost  Found. 

1  0,  HOW  divine,  how  sweet  the  joy, 

When  but  one  sinner  turns, 
And,  with  an  humble,  broken  heart, 
His  sins  and  errors  mourns  ! 

2  Pleased  with  the  news,  the  saints  below 

In  songs  their  tongues  employ ; 
Beyond  the  skies  the  tidings  go, 
And  heaven  is  filled  with  joy. 

3  Well  pleased  the  Father  sees  and  hears 

The  conscious  sinner's  moan  ; 

Jesus  receives  him  in  his  arms, 

And  claims  him  for  his  own. 

4  Nor  angels  can  their  joys  contain, 

But  kindle  with  new  fire ; 
*'  The  sinner  lost  is  found,''  they  sing, 
And  strike  the  sounding  lyre. 


447 


L.  M.  Watts. 

Heaven  Rejoicing  over  the  Penitent. 
WHO  can  describe  the  joys  that  rise, 
Through  all  the  courts  of  Paradise, 
To  see  a  penitent  return, — 
To  see  an  heir  of  glory  born  ? 
With  joy  the  Father  does  approve 
The  fruit  of  his  eternal  love ; 
The  Son  with  joy  looks  down,  and  sees 
The  purchase  of  his  agonies. 

The  Spirit  takes  delight  to  view 
The  holy  soul  he  formed  anew ; 
And  saints  and  angels  join  to  sing 
The  growing  empire  of  their  King. 

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448. 


CONVERTS. 

€.  M.  Watts. 

Praise  for  Salvation. 

1  SALVATION !  0,  the  joyful  sound  I 

'Tis  pleasure  to  our  ears, 
A  sovereign  balm  for  every  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

2  Buried  in  sorrow,  and  in  sin. 

At  heirs  dark  door  we  lay  ; 
-   But  we  arise,  by  grace  divine, 
To  see  a  heavenly  day. 

3  Salvation !  let  the  echo  fly 

The  spacious  earth  around, 

While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 

Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 

lAQ  ^-  M-  Watt,. 

1^  Xf7»     Converts  Renouncing  Earthly  Joys, 

1  I  SEND  the  joys  of  earth  away; 

Away,  ye  tempters  of  the  mind  ! 
False  as  the  smooth,  deceitful  sea. 
And  empty  as  the  whistling  wind. 

2  Your  streams  were  floating  me  along 

Down  to  the  gulf  of  black  despair  ; 
And  while  I  listened  to  your  song, 

Your  streams  had  e^en  conveyed  me  there. 

3  Lord,  I  adore  thy  matchless  grace, 

That  warned  me  of  that  dark  abyss, 
That  drew  me  from  those  treacherous  seas, 
And  bade  me  seek  superior  bliss. 

4  Now  to  the  shining  realms  above 

I  stretch  my  hands,  and  glance  mine  eyes ; 
0  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove. 
To  bear  me  to  the  upper  skies  1 
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REVIVALS. 

4  f  f\  L.  M.  Rev.  Melodies. 

TlOUo  Farewell  to  the  World. 

1  FAREWELL,  farewell  to  all  below, 
My  Jesus  calls,  and  I  must  go  ; 

I  launch  my  boat  upon  the  sea, 
This  land  is  not  the  land  for  me. 

2  I've  found  the  winding  path  of  sin, 
A  rugged  path  to  travel  in  ; 
Beyond  the  chilly  waves  I  see 

The  land  my  Saviour  bought  for  me. 

3  Farewell,  dear  friends,  I  may  not  stay, 
The  home  I  seek  is  far  away  ; 
Where  Christ  is  not,  I  cannot  be — 
This  land  is  not  the  land  for  me. 

4  My  hope,  my  heart,  is  now  on  high, 
There  all  my  joys  and  treasures  lie  ; 
Where  seraphs  bow  and  bend  the  knee, 
0,  that's  the  land,  the  land  for  me. 

J  K  -f  8'S  &  7^S.  MONTGOMEKY. 

TlO  1  •      Forsaking  all  to  follow  Christ, 

1  JESUS,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 

All  to  leave,  and  follow  thee ; 
Naked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken, 

Thou,  from  hence,  my  all  shalt  be ; 
Perish  every  fond  ambition, 

All  I've  sought,  or  hoped,  or  knovm  ; 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition, 

God  and  heaven  are  still  my  own ! 

2  Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me ; 

They  have  left  my  Saviour  too ; 
Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me— 
Thou  art  not,  like  them,  untrue  I 
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CONVERTS. 

And  whilst  thou  shalt  smile  upon  me, 

God  of  wisdom,  love,  and  might, 
Foes  may  hate,  and  friends  disown  me ; 

Show  thy  face,  and  all  is  bright. 
Go,  then,  earthly  fame  and  treasure, 

Come  disaster,  scorn,  and  pain, 
In  thy  service  pain  is  pleasure, 

With  thy  favor  loss  is  gain. 
0,  His  not  in  grief  to  harm  me, 

While  thy  love  is  left  to  me ; 
0,  'twere  not  in  joy  to  charm  me. 

Were  that  joy  unmixed  with  thee. 


452 


L.  M.  Davies. 

Self-  Dedication. 

1  LORD,  I  am  thine,  entirely  thine. 
Purchased  alone  by  blood  divine ; 
With  full  consent  I  yield  to  thee, 
And  own  thy  sovereign  right  to  me, 

2  Grant  me,  in  mercy,  now  a  place 
Among  the  children  of  thy  grace  ; 
A  wretched  sinner,  lost  to  God, 
But  ransomed  by  Immanuers  blood. 

3  Thee  my  new  Master  now  I  call, 
And  consecrate  to  thee  my  all : 
Lord,  let  me  live  and  die  to  thee  ; 
Be  thine  through  all  eternity. 

7's.  Montgomery. 

Seeking  Admission  to  the  Church, 
1  PEOPLE  of  the  living  God, 

I  have  sought  the  world  around, 
Paths  of  sin  and  sorrow  trod. 

Peace  and  comfort  no  where  found. 

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REVIVALS. 

2  Now  to  you  my  spirit  turns,— 

Turns,  a  fugitive  unblest ; 
Brethren,  where  your  altar  burns, 
0,  receive  me  into  rest. 

3  Lonely  I  no  longer  roam. 

Like  the  cloucl,  the  wind,  the  wave  ; 
"Where  you  dwell  shall  be  my  home, 
Where  you  die  shall  be  my  grave. 

4  Mine  the  God  whom  you  adore  ; 

Your  Redeemer  shall  be  mine ; 
Earth  can  fill  my  soul  no  more ; 
Every  idol  I  resign. 

M  r^  4  L.    M.  Beddomk. 

xOXi  Converts  Welcomed, 

1  BELIEVING  souls,  of  Christ  beloved, 

Who  have  yourselves  to  him  resigned, 
Your  faith  and  practice  both  approved, 
A  hearty  welcome  here  shall  find. 

2  Now  saved  from  sin  and  Satan's  wiles, 

Though  by  a  scorning  world  abhorred. 
Now  share  with  us  the  Saviour^s  smiles  ; 
Come  in,  ye  ransomed  of  the  Lord. 

3  In  fellowship  we  join  our  hands, 
*      And  you  an  invitation  give  ; 

Unite  with  us  in  sacred  bands ; 
The  pledges  of  our  love  receive. 

4  0  Thou,  who  art  the  church's  Head, 

This  union  with  thy  blessing  crown  ; 
And  still  revive  and  save  the  dead, 

Till  thousands  more  thy  name  shall  own. 
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CONVERTS   BAPTIZED. 

^  ^  ^  C.   M.  Ch.  Melodist. 

JL  ^  0 1  After  Hearing  Converts, 

1  DEAR  Saviour,  we  rejoice  to  hear 

Poor  sinners  sweetly  tell, 
How  thou  art  pleased  to  save  from  sin, 
From  sorrow,  death,  and  hell. 

2  Lord,  we  unite  to  praise  thy  name 

For  grace  so  freely  given  ; 
'     Still  may  we  keep  in  Zion's  road, 
And  dwell  at  last  in  heaven. 

VI.— CONVERTS  BAPTIZED. 

Mrf(}  I^-   ^^'  JuDsojr. 

*  t:  0  U .  The  Holy  Spirit  Invoked. 

1  COME,  Holy  Spirit,  Dove  divine, 
On  these  baptismal  waters  shine, 

And  teach  our  hearts,  in  highest  strain, 
To  praise  the  Lamb,  for  sinners  slain. 

2  We  love  thy  name,  we  love  thy  laws, 
And  joyfully  embrace  thy  cause  ; 

We  love  thy  cross,  the  shame,  the  pain, 
0  Lamb  of  God,  for  sinners  slain. 

3  We  sink  beneath  the  mystic  flood  ; 
0,  bathe  us  in  thy  cleansing  blood  ; 
We  die  to  sin,  and  seek  a  grave, 
With  thee,  beneath  the  yielding  wave, 

4  And  as  we  rise,  with  thee  to  live, 
0,  let  the  Holy  Spirit  give 

The  sealing  unction  from  above, 
The  breath  of  life,  the  fire  of  love. 
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REVIVALS. 

S.     M.  L.  H.  SiGOURNEY. 

Choosing  the  Cross, 

1  CHOOSE  ye  his  cross  to  bear, 

Who  bowed  beneath  the  wave  ? 
Clad  in  his  armor,  will  ye  dare, 
In  faith,  a  watery  grave  ? 

2  We  love  his  holy  word, 

His  precepts  we  obey, 
Buried  with  Christ,  our  dying  Lord, 
We  seek  to  be,  this  day. 

3  All  hail !  ye  blessM  band. 

Shrink  not  to  do  his  will. 
In  deep  humility,  this  work 
Of  righteousness  fulfil. 

4  Tread  in  the  Saviour's  steps, 

Invoke  his  spirit  free, 
And  as  he  burst  the  gates  of  death, 
So  may  your  rising  be. 

Af^Q  CM.  Fellows. 

aOO*  Constrained  by  Love. 

1  DEAR  Lord,  and  will  thy  pardoning  love 

Embrace  a  wretch  so  vile? 
Wilt  thou  my  load  of  guilt  remove. 
And  bless  me  with  thy  smile  ? 

2  Hast  thou  the  cross  for  me  endured, 

And  all  its  shame  despised  ? 

And  shall  I  be  ashamed,  0  Lord, 

With  thee  to  be  baptized  ? 

3  Didst  thou  the  great  example  lead, 

In  Jordan's  swelling  flood  ? 
And  shall  my  pride  disdain  the  deed 
That's  worthy  of  my  God  ? 

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459 


CONVERTS   BAPTIZED. 

4  Dear  Lord,  thy  condescending  love 
Reproves  my  cold  delays ; 
And  now  my  willing  footsteps  move 
In  thy  delightful  ways. 

C.  M.  Ryland. 

Binder  Me  Not. 

1  IN  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways 

My  journey  1^11  pursue  ; 
"  Hinder  me  not/'  ye  much-loved  saints, 
For  I  must  go  with  you. 

2  Through  floods  and  flames,  if  Jesus  lead, 

I'll  follow  where  he  goes ; 
**  Hinder  me  not,''  shall  be  my  cry, 
Though  earth  and  hell  oppose. 

3  Through  duties  and  through  trials  too, 

I'll  go  at  his  command ; 
"  Hinder  me  not,"  for  I  am  bound 
To  my  Immanuel's  land. 

4  And,  when  my  Saviour  calls  me  home. 

Still  this  my  cry  shall  be, — 
"  Hinder  me  not,"  come,  welcome,  death ; 
I'll  gladly  go  with  thee. 

AQpL  L.   M.  Baldwin. 

i 0 U •         Tlie  Place  where  Jesus  Lay, 

1  COME,  happy  souls,  adore  the  Lamb, 
Who  loved  our  race  ere  time  began, 
Who  veiled  his  Godhead  in  our  clay. 
And  in  an  humble  manger  lay. 

2  To  Jordan's  stream  the  Spirit  led. 
To  mark  the  path  his  saints  should  tread ; 
With  joy  they  trace  the  sacred  way. 
To  see  the  place  where  Jesus  lay. 

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REVIVALS. 

3  Baptized  by  John  in  Jordan's  wave, 
The  Saviour  left  his  watery  grave  ; 
Heaven  owned  the  deed,  approved  the  way, 
And  blessed  the  place  where  Jesus  lay. 

4  Come,  all  who  love  his  precious  name, 
Come,  tread  his  steps,  and  learn  of  him ; 
Happy  beyond  expression  they 

Who  find  the  place  where  Jesus  lay. 

J  P  1  S.     M.  L.  H.  SiGOURNEY. 

jL  U  1  •  Delight  in  Obedience. 

1  SAVIOUR,  thy  law  we  love, 

Thy  pure  example  bless, 
And,  with  a  firm,  unwavering  zeal, 
Would  in  thy  footsteps  press. 

2  Not  to  the  fiery  pains 

By  which  the  martyrs  bled ; 
Not  to  the  scourge,  the  thorn,  the  cross. 
Our  favored  feet  are  led. 

3  But,  at  this  peaceful  tide, 

Assembled  in  thy  fear. 
The  homage  of  obedient  hearts 
We  humbly  ofier  here. 

4  0Ci  ^*   ^-  Watts. 

Jt  U  /6  •  Baptism  an  Emblem, 

1  DO  we  not  know  that  solemn  word, 
That  we  are  buried  with  the  Lord  ? 
Baptized  into  his  death,  and  then 
Put  oif  the  body  of  our  sin  ? 

2  Our  souls  receive  diviner  breath, 
Raised  from  corruption,  guilt,  and  death; 
So  from  the  grave  did  Christ  arise. 
And  lives  to  God  above  the  skies. 

286 


CONVERTS   BAPTIZED. 

3  No  more  let  sin  or  Satan  reign 
Within  our  mortal  flesh  again ; 
The  various  lusts  we  served  before 
Shall  have  dominion  now  no  more. 

AflQ  C.  P.  M.  F.  W.  B.  Col. 

A  D  O  •  Salem's  Bright  King. 

1  SALEM'S  bright  King,  Jesus  by  name, 
In  former  time,  to  Jordan  came, 

All  righteousness  to  fill; 
'Twas  there  the  ancient  Baptist  stood, 
Whose  name  was  John,  a  man  of  God, 

To  do  his  Master's  will. 

2  Down  in  old  Jordan's  rolling  stream, 
The  Baptist  led  the  holy  Lamb, 

And  there  did  him  baptize ; 
Jehovah  saw  his  darling  Son, 
And  was  well  pleased  with  what  he'd  done, 

And  owned  him  from  the  skies. 

3  "  This  is  my  Son,''  Jehovah  cries, 
The  echoing  voice  from  glory  flies, 

**0  children,  hear  ye  him  ;" 
Hark  'tis  his  voice,  behold  !  he  cries, 
**  Repent,  believe,  and  be  baptized. 

And  wash  away  your  sins." 

4  Come,  children,  come,  his  voice  obey, 
Salem's  bright  King  has  marked  the  way, 

And  has  a  crown  prepared. 
0  then  arise  and  give  consent. 
Walk  in  the  way  that  Jesus  went, 

And  have  the  great  reward. 

5  Believing  children,  gather  round. 
And  let  your  joyful  songs  abound, 

With  cheerful  hearts  arise ; 

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REVIVALS. 

See,  here  is  water,  here  is  room, 
A  loving  Saviour  calling,  *'  Come, 

0  children,  be  baptized." 
6  Behold  !  his  servant  waiting  stands, 
With  willing  heart  and  ready  hands. 

To  wait  upon  the  bride  ; 
Ye  candidates,  your  hearts  prepare. 
And  let  us  join  in  solemn  prayer, 

Down  by  the  water  side. 


464 


L.   M.  DODDRIDGB 

The  Baptismal  Vow, 

1  0  HAPPY  day,  that  fixed  my  choice 

On  thee,  my  Saviour,  and  my  God ; 
Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 
And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 

2  'Tis  done — the  great  transaction's  done  ; 

I  am  my  Lord's,  and  he  is  mine  ; 
He  drew  me,  and  I  followed  on, 
Eejoiced  to  own  the  call  divine. 

3  Now  rest — my  long-divided  heart — 

Fixed  on  this  blissful  centre,  rest — • 
Here  have  I  found  a  nobler  part. 

Here  heavenly  pleasures  fill  my  breast. 

4  High  heaven,  that  hears  the  solemn  vow. 

That  vow  renewed  shall  daily  hear ; 
Till  in  life's  latest  hour  I  bow. 
And  bless  in  death  a  bond  so  dear.    « 

VII.— CONVERTS  AT  THE  LORD'S  SUPPER 

Aa^  II'S.  J.  DOWLINO. 

T:U0.  The  Church's  Welcome. 

1  CHILDREN  of  Zion  I  what  harp-notes  are  stealing, 
So  soft  o'er  our  senses,  so  soothingly  sweet  ? 


CONVERTS   AT   THE  LORD's   SUPPER. 

*Tis  the  music  of  angels,  their  raptures  revealing, 
That  you  have  been  brought  to  the  Holy  One's  feet. 

Children  of  Zion !  we  join  in  their  welcome, 
'Tis  sweet  to  lie  low  at  that  blessed  retreat. 

2  Children  of  Zion  I  no  longer  in  sadness, 

Refrain  from  the  feast  that  your  Saviour  hath  given ; 
Come,  taste  of  the  cup  of  salvation  with  gladness, 

And  think  of  the  banquet  still  sweeter  in  heaven. 
Children  of  Zion !  our  hearts  bid  you  welcome 

To  the  church  of  the  ransomed,  the  kingdom  of  heaven. 

3  Children  of  Zion  I  we  joyfully  hail  you. 

The  fold  you  have  entered  through  Jesus  the  door ; 
While  pilgrims  on  earth,  though  the  foe  may  assail  you, 

Press  forward,  and  soon  will  the  conflict  be  o'er. 
Children  of  Zion !  0,  welcome,  thrice  welcome. 

Till  we  meet  where  the  foe  shall  oppress  you  no  more. 

Ana  L.  M.  Kelly. 

X  U  b  •  The  Hand  of  FelloiosMp, 

1  COME  in,  thou  blessed  of  the  Lord ; 

0,  come  in  Jesus'  precious  name ; 
We  welcome  thee  with  one  accord, 
And  trust  the  Saviour  does  the  same. 

2  Thy  name,  'tis  hoped,  ah-eady  stands 

Within  the  book  of  life  above ; 
And  now  to  thine  we  join  our  hands, 
In  token  of  fraternal  love. 

3  Those  joys  which  earth  cannot  afford 
.    We'll  seek  in  fellowship  to  prove, 
Joined  in  one  spirit  to  our  Lord, 

Together  bound  by  mutual  love. 

4  Once  more  our  welcome  we  repeat ; 

Eeceive  assurance  of  our  love  ; 
0,  may  we  all  together  meet 

Around  the  throne  of  God  above. 

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REVIVALS. 

A  firf  I^-  M.  Newton. 

xU  I  •  Welcome  to  FelUmship, 

1  KINDRED  in  Christ,  for  his  dear  sake, 

A  hearty  welcome  here  receive ; 
May  we  together  now  partake 
The  joys  which  only  he  can  give. 

2  To  you  and  us  by  grace  'tis  given 

To  know  the  Saviour^s  precious  name ; 
And  shortly  we  shall  meet  in  heaven, 
Our  hope,  our  way,  our  end  the  same. 

C.  M.  MORAVIA-N. 

The  Response. 

1  HAIL,  Church  of  Christ,  bought  with  his  blood, 

The  world  I  freely  leave ; 

Ye  children  of  the  living  God, 

Me  in  your  tents  receive. 

2  Bride  of  the  Lamb,  I'm  one  in  heart, 

With  thee  through  boundless  grace  ; 
And  I  will  never  from  thee  part ; 
This  bond  shall  never  cease. 

3  And  am  I,  Jesus,  one  of  those 

Who  in  thy  fold  have  place  ? 
Who  gathered  round  the  erected  cross 
Enjoy  redeeming  grace  ? 

4  0  yes,  nor  would  I  change  my  lot 

For  all  this  world  can  give  ; 
By  grace  I'll  keep  the  place  I've  got,     ' 
And  only  to  thee  cleave. 

j^nci  CM.  Beddomk 

TlOy.  The  Covenant. 

1  YE  men  and  angels,  witness  now. 
Before  the  Lord  we  speak ; 
290 


-CONVERTS   AT   THE   LORD  S   SUPPER. 

To  him  we  make  our  solemn  vow, 
A  vow  we  dare  not  break, — 

2  That,  long  as  life  itself  shall  last, 

Ourselves  to  Christ  we  yield  ; 
Nor  from  his  cause  will  we  depart, 
Or  ever  quit  the  field. 

3  We  trust  not  in  our  native  strength. 

But  on  his  grace  rely  ; 
May  he,  with  our  returning  wants, 
All  needful  aid  supply. 

4  0,  guide  our  doubtful  feet  aright, 

And  keep  us  in  thy  ways ; 
And,  while  we  turn  our  vows  to  prayers, 
Turn  thou  our  prayers  to  praise. 

470  .^■^^"  ^''"'' 

jt  I  Ut  Communion  with  Christ 

1  JESUS  invites  his  saints 

To  meet  around  his  board ; 
Here  pardoned  rebels  sit,  and  hold 
Communion  with  their  Lord. 

2  This  holy  bread  and  wine 

Maintain  our  fainting  breath. 
By  union  with  our  living  Lord, 
And  interest  in  his  death. 

3  Let  all  our  powers  be  joined, 

His  glorious  name  to  raise  ; 
Let  holy  love  fill  every  mind, 
And  every  voice  be  praise. 

J  ry  1  L.  M.  Watts. 

Jl  i  L  »     Consecration  in  view  of  the  Cross. 
1  AVHEN  I  survey  the  wondroue  cross, 
On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  died, 
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REVIVALS. 

My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast. 

Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  my  God  ; 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  his  blood. 

3  See,  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 

Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down ; 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet, 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  ? 

4  Were  all  the  realm  of  nature  mine. 

That  were  a  present  far  too  small ; 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine. 

Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 

.r^O  CM.  WATT3. 

JL  I  /C/»  Christ's  Voluntary  Sacrifice. 

1  HOW  condescending  and  how  kind 

Was  God's  eternal  Son ! 
Our  misery  reached  his  heavenly  mind. 
And  pity  brought  him  down. 

2  He  sunk  beneath  our  heavy  woes. 

To  raise  us  to  his  throne : 
There's  ne'er  a  gift  his  hand  bestows 
But  cost  his  heart  a  groan. 

3  This  was  compassion  like  a  God — 

That  when  the  Saviour  knew 
The  price  of  pardon  was  his  blood, 
His  pity  ne'er  withdrew. 

4  Now,  though  he  reigns  exalted  high. 

His  love  is  still  as  great ; 
Well  he  remembers  Calvary, 
Nor  lets  his  saints  forget. 
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CONVERTS   AT  THE  LORD'S    SUPPERo 

5  Here  let  our  hearts  begin  to  melt, 
While  we  his  death  record  ; 
And,  with  our  joy  for  pardoned  guilt, 
Mourn  that  we  pierced  the  Lord. 

-py,^  L.   M.  KRISH^^\  Pal. 

JL  I  O*  Remembering  CJirisL 

1  0  THOU,  my  soul,  forget  no  more 
The  Friend,  who  all  thy  sorrows  bore ; 

'    Let  every  idol  be  forgot ; 

But,  0  my  soul,  forget  him  not. 

2  Renounce  thy  works  and  ways,  with  grief, 
And  fly  to  this  divine  relief; 

Nor  him  forget,  who  left  his  throne, 
And  for  thy  life  gave  up  his  own. 

3  Eternal  truth  and  mercy  shine 
In  him,  and  he  himself  is  thine : 
And  canst  thou,  then,  with  sin  beset, 
Such  charms,  such  matchless  charms  forget? 

4  0,  no  ;  till  life  itself  depart. 

His  name  shall  cheer  and  warm  my  heart ; 
And,  lisping  this,  from  earth  I'll  rise, 
And  join  the  chorus  of  the  skies. 

M^M  C.   M.  ^  Ch.  Lyre, 

jL  {ji*  Can  loe  forget  ? 

1  JESUS  !  thy  love  shall  we  forget; 

And  never  bring  to  mind 
The  grace  that  paid  our  hopeless  debt. 
And  bade  us  pardon  find? 

2  Shall  we  thy  life  of  grief  forget, 

Thy  fasting  and  thy  prayer ; 
Thy  locks  with  mountain  vapors  wet, 
To  save  us  from  despair  ? 

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REVIVALS. 

Gethsemane,  can  we  forget — 

Thy  struggling  agony — 
When  night  lay  dark  on  Olivet, 

And  none  to  watch  with  thee  ? 
Can  we  the  crown  of  thorns  forget, 

The  buffeting  and  shame ; 
When  hell  thy  sinking  soul  beset, 

And  earth  reviled  thy  name  ? 
The  nails,  the  spear,  can  we  forget ; 

The  agonizing  cry — 
"  My  God !  my  Father !  wilt  thou  let 

Thy  Son  forsaken  die  V^ 

Life's  brightest  joys  we  may  forget — 

Our  kindred  cease  to  love  ; 
But  he  who  paid  our  hopeless  debl^ 

Our  constancy  shall  prove. 
Our  sorrows  and  our  sins  were  laid 

On  thee — alone  on  thee : 
Thy  precious  blood  our  ransom  paid — 

Thine  all  the  glory  be. 

7's  &  6's.  C.  Wesley. 

Remember  Calvary, 

1  LAMB  of  God,  whose  bleeding  love 

We  now  recall  to  mind. 
Send  the  answer  from  above, 

And  let  us  mercy  find : 
Think  on  us  who  think  on  thee  ; 
.     Every  burdened  soul  release ; 
0  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace. 

2  Let  thy  blood,  by  faith  applied. 

The  sinner's  pardon  seal ; 
Speak  us  freely  jus tifiea, 
And  all  our  sickness  heal : 
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CONVERTS  AT  THE  LORD'S   SUPPER, 

By  thy  passion  on  the  tree, 

Let  our  griefs  and  troubles  cease ; 

0  remember  Calvary, 
And  bid  us  go  in  peace. 

\  Do  not  bid  us  hence  depart, 

Till  thou  our  wants  relieve ; 
Write  forgiveness  on  our  heart, 

And  all  thine  image  give : 
Still  our  souls  shall  cry  to  thee. 

Cry  for  pardon  and  release ; 
0  remember  Calvary, 

And  bid  us  go  in  peace. 


476 


H.   M.  Stennett. 

Gratitude  to  the  Saviour, 

1  COME,  every  pious  heart 

That  loves  the  Saviour's  name, 
Your  noblest  powers  exert 

To  celebrate  his  fame ; 
Tell  all  above,  and  all  below, 
The  debt  of  love  to  him  you  owe. 

2  He  left  his  starry  crown. 

And  laid  his  robes  aside ; 
On  wings  of  love  came  down. 

And  wept,  and  bled,  and  died ; 
What  he  endured  no  tongue  can  tell. 
To  save  our  souls  from  death  and  hell. 

3  From  the  dark  grave  he  rose, 

The  mansion  of  the  dead  ; 
And  thence  his  mighty  foes 

In  glorious  triumph  led  : 
Up  through  the  sky  the  conqueror  rode, 
And  reigns  on  hi^h,  the  Saviour — God. 
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4  Jesus,  we  ne'er  can  pay 

The  debt  we  owe  thy  love ; 
Yet  tell  us  how  we  may 

Our  gratitude  approve : 
Our  hearts — our  all  to  thee  we  give  ; 
The  gift,  though  small,  do  thou  receive. 


THE    CHUECH. 

I.— ORGANIZED. 

4  jj^  C.   M.  S.  F.  Smith. 

All*  Church  Covenant 

1  PLANTED  in  Christ,  the  living  vine, 

This  day,  with  one  accord, 
Ourselves,  with  humble  faith  and  joy, 
We  yield  to  thee,  0  Lord, 

2  Joined  in  one  body  may  we  be  ; 

One  inward  life  partake ; 
One  be  our  heart ;  one  heavenly  hope 
In  every  bosom  wake. 

3  In  prayer,  in  effort,  tears,  and  toils. 

One  wisdom  be  our  guide  ; 
Taught  by  one  Spirit  from  above. 
In  thee  may  we  abide. 

4  Complete  in  us,  whom  grace  hath  called. 

Thy  glorious  work  begun, 
0  thou,  in  whom  the  church  on  earth 
And  church  in  heaven  are  one. 

5  Then,  when,  among  the  saints  in  light. 

Our  joyful  spirits  shine, 
Shall  anthems  of  immortal  praise, 
0  Lamb  of  God,  b(»  thine. 

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478. 


ORGANIZED. 

S.   M.  Watts. 

Church  Order, 

1  FAR  as  thy  name  is  known, 

The  world  declares  thy  praise ; 
Thy  saints,  0  Lord,  before  thy  throne 
Their  songs  of  honor  raise. 

2  With  joy  thy  people  stand 

On  Zion^s  chosen  hill, 
Proclaim  the  wonders  of  thy  hand, 
And  counsels  of  thy  will. 

3  Let  strangers  walk  around 

The  city  where  we  dwell. 
Survey  with  care  thine  holy  ground, 
And  mark  the  building  well, — 

4  The  order  of  thy  house, 

The  worship  of  thy  court. 
The  cheerful  songs,  the  solemn  vows. 
And  mal^e  a  fair  report. 

5  How  decent,  and  how  wise ! 

How  glorious  to  behold ! 
Beyond  the  pomp  that  charms  the  eyes, 
And  rites  adorned  with  gold. 

Ari(\  ^*  -^^'  Baebauld. 

i  »  t/«  Church  Union, 

1  HOW  blest  the  sacred  tie  that  binds 
In  sweet  communion  kindred  minds : 
How  swift  the  heavenly  course  they  run, 
Whose  hearts,  whose  faith,  whose  hopes  are  one  ? 

2  To  each  the  soul  of  each  how  dear  ! 
What  tender  love,  what  holy  fear, 
How  does  the  generous  flame  within 
Refine  from  earth,  and  cleanse  from  sin  I 

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THE   CHURCH. 

3  Their  streaming  eyes  together  flow 
For  human  guilt  and  human  wo  ! 
Their  ardent  prayers  together  rise, 
Like  mingling  flames  in  sacrifice. 

4  Nor  shall  the  glowing  flame  expire, 
When  dimly  burns  frail  nature's  fire : 
Then  shall  they  meet  in  realms  above — 
A  heaven  of  joy — a  heaven  of  love. 

S.  M.  Watts. 

Safety  of  the  Church, 

1  HOW  honored  is  the  place 

Where  we  adoring  stand  !— 
Zion,  the  glory  of  the  earth, 
And  beauty  of  the  land. 

2  Bulwarks  of  grace  defend 

The  city  where  we  dwell, 
While  walls,  of  strong  salvation  made, 
Defy  th'  assaults  of  hell. 

3  Trust  in  the  Lord,  ye  saints, 

And  banish  all  your  fears ; 
Strength  in  the  Lord  Jehovah  dwells. 
Eternal  as  his  years. 

J  Q 1  8's  &  7's.  Newton. 

lO  1  •  Glory  of  the  Church. 

1  GLORIOUS  things  of  thee  are  spoken 

Zion,  city  of  our  God ; 
He  whose  word  can  ne'er  be  broken, 
Chose  thee  for  his  own  abode. 

2  On  the  rock  of  ages  founded. 

What  can  shake  her  sure  repose  ? 
With  salvation's  wall  surrounded. 
She  can  smile  at  all  her  foes. 

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3  See,  the  streams  of  living  waters, 

Springing  from  eternal  love, 
"Well  supply  her  sons  and  daughters, 
And  all  fear  of  want  remove. 

4  Round  her  habitation  hovering, 

See  the  cloud  and  fire  appear. 
For  a  glory  and  a  covering, 
Showing  that  the  Lord  is  near. 


482. 


S.  M.  DWIGHT. 

Love  to  the  Church. 

1  I  LOVE  thy  kingdom,  Lord, 

The  house  of  thine  abode, 
The  church  our  blest  Redeemer  saved 
With  his  own  precious  blood. 

2  I  love  thy  church,  0  God  ; 

Her  walls  before  thee  stand, 
Dear  as  the  apple  of  thine  eye. 
And  graven  on  thy  hand. 

3  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall ; 

For  her  my  prayers  ascend  ; 
To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given. 
Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 

4  Beyond  my  highest  joy 

1  prize  her  heavenly  ways, 
Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows, 
Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 

5  Jesus,  thou  Friend  divine, 

Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 
Thy  hand,  from  every  snare  and  foe 
Shall  great  deliverance  bring. 
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6  Sure  as  thj  truth  shall  last, 
To  Zion  shall  be  given 
The  brightest  glories  earth  can  yield, 
And  brighter  bliss  of  heaven. 

II.— PASTORS. 

L.  M.  Watts. 

The  Grecvt  Commission. 
"  GO,  preach  my  gospel,"  saith  the  Lord, 

"  Bid  the  vrhole  earth  my  grace  receive, 
He  shall  be  saved  that  trusts  my  vt^ord, 

And  he  condemned  who'll  not  believe. 
"  I'll  make  your  great  commission  known ; 

And  ye  shall  prove  my  gospel  true, 
By  all  the  works  that  I  have  done, 

By  all  the  wonders  ye  shall  do. 
"  Teach  all  the  nations  my  commands  ; 

I'm  with  you  till  the  world  shall  end ; 
All  power  is  trusted  in  my  hands ; 

I  can  destroy,  and  I  defend." 

S.  M.  Watts 

Heralds  of  Glad  Tidings, 

1  HOW  beauteous  are  their  feet. 

Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill ; 
Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues. 
And  words  of  peace  reveal ! 

2  How  charming  is  their  voice  ! 

How  sweet  their  tidings  are ; 
"  Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour  King ; 
He  reigns  and  triumphs  here." 

3  How  happy  are  our  ears, 

That  hear  this  joyful  sound ! 
Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 
And  sought,  but  never  found. 
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PASTORS. 

4  How  blessed  are  our  eyes, 

That  see  this  heavenly  light ! 
Prophets  and  kings  desired  it  long, 
But  died  without  the  sight. 

5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 

And  tuneful  notes  employ ; 
Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs, 

And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 
.  6  The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm, 

Through  all  the  earth  abroad  ; 
Let  every  nation  now  behold 

Their  Saviour  and  their  God^ 

AQ^  CM.  Doddridge 

JtOO*  Ministerial  Responsibility. 

1  LET  Zion's  watchmen  all  awake, 

And  take  th'  alarm  they  give ; 
Now  let  them  from  the  mouth  of  God 
Their  solemn  charge  receive. 

2  'Tis  not  a  cause  of  small  import 

The  pastor^s  care  demands ; 
But  what  might  till  an  angePs  heart, 
And  filled  a  Saviour's  hands. 

3  They  watch  for  souls,  for  which  the  Lord 

Did  heavenly  bliss  forego  ; 
For  souls  which  must  for  ever  live 
In  raptures  or  in  wo. 

4  May  they  that  Jesus  whom  they  preach, 

Their  own  Kedeemer  see ; 
Lord,  watch  thou  daily  o'er  their  souls, 
That  they  may  watch  for  thee. 

7's.  Hammond. 

The  Minister's  Theme. 
1  WOULD  you  win  a  soul  to  God? 
Tell  him  of  a  Saviour's  blood, 

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THE   CHURCH. 

Once  for  dying  sinners  spilt, 
To  atone  for  all  their  guilt. 

\  Tell  him  how  the  streams  did  glide 
From  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  side ; 
How  his  head  with  thorns  was  crowned, 
And  his  heart  in  sorrow  drowned ; — 

How  he  yielded  up  his  breath ; 
How  he  agonized  in  death  ; 
How  he  lives  to  intercede — 
Christ  our  Advocate  and  Head. 

Tell  him  it  was  sovereign  grace 
Led  thee  first  to  seek  his  face, 
Made  thee  choose  the  better  part, 
Wrought  salvation  in  thy  heart. 

>  Tell  him  of  that  liberty 
Wherewith  Jesus  makes  us  free ; 
Sweetly  speak  of  sins  forgiven, — 
Earnest  of  the  joys  of  heaven.  '* 


487 


7'S.  TOPLADY. 

Ministerial  Faithfulness, 

1  SOLDIER  of  the  living  God, 

Steward  of  the  mystic  word, 
Use  the  gifts  on  thee  bestowed, 

To  the  honor  of  thy  Lord ; 
Free  thou  didst  from  him  receive, 
Man  of  God,  as  freely  give. 

2  In  ImmanueVs  strength  go  forth, 

Loud  his  dying  love  proclaim, 
Dare  the  feeble  sons  of  earth, 

Conquer  in  his  saving  name ; 
March  with  Jesus  for  thy  guide, 
Go,  for  God  is  on  thy  side. 
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PASTORS. 

3  Bear  the  standard  of  the  Lord, 

Fight  thy  Cap  taints  battles  well ; 
With  the  Spirit's  two-edged  sword, 

Put  to  flight  the  hosts  of  hell : 
Single,  thou  thy  foes  shalt  chase, 
Armed  with  all  the  might  of  grace. 

4  Faithful  to  thy  sacred  trust. 

Thus  from  strength  to  strength  go  on  ; 
Stay  the  weak,  bring  back  the  lost, 

Labor  till  thy  work  is  done ; 
Fight  and  conquer,  end  the  strife, 
Enter  on  eternal  life. 


4QQ  L.  M.  Doddridge. 

"lOO.  A  Pastor  Sought. 

1  SHEPHERD  of  Israel,  bend  thine  ear, 
Thy  servants'  prayers  indulgent  hear  ; 
Perplexed,  distressed,  to  thee  we  cry, 
And  seek  the  guidance  of  thine  eye. 

2  Send  forth,  0  Lord,  thy  truth  and  light, 
To  guide  our  doubtful  footsteps  right ; 
Our  drooping  hearts,  0  God,  sustain. 
Nor  let  us  seek  thy  face  in  vain. 

3  Return,  in  ways  of  peace  return > 
Nor  let  thy  flock  neglected  mourn ; 
May  our  blest  eyes  a  shepherd  see. 
Dear  to  our  souls,  and  dear  to  thee. 

AQfi  l*-   M.  Mo^TGOMKF.Y. 

iOt/*  A  Pastor  Welcomed. 

1  WE  bid  thee  welcome  in  the  name 
Of  Jesus,  our  exalted  Head  ; 
Come  as  a  servant ;  so  he  came  ; 
And  we  receive  thee  in  his  stead. 
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THE  CHURCH. 

2  Come  as  a  teacher  sent  from  God, 

Charged  his  whole  counsel  to  declare  ; 
laft  o^er  our  ranks  the  prophet's  rod, 
While  we  uphold  thy  hands  with  prayer. 

3  Come  as  a  shepherd  ;  guard  and  keep 

This  fold  from  Satan  and  from  sin ; 
Nourish  the  lambs,  and  feed  the  sheep  ; 
The  wounded  heal,  the  lost  bring  in. 

4  Come  as  a  watchman  ;  take  thy  stand 

Upon  thy  tower  on  Zion's  height ; 
And  when  the  sword  comes  on  the  land, 
Warn  us  to  fly,  or  teach  to  fight. 

5  Come  as  a  messenger  of  peace. 

Filled  with  the  Spirit,  fired  with  love  ; 
Live  to  behold  our  large  increase, 
And  die  to  meet  us  all  above. 

4  f\f\  CM.  Williams. 

4yU.  Thanks  for  a  Pastor. 

1  TO  thy  great  name,  0  Prince  of  peace ; 

Our  grateful  song  we  raise  ; 
Accept,  thou  Sun  of  Righteousness, 
The  tribute  of  our  praise. 

2  In  widowed  state  these  walls  no  more 

Their  mourning  weeds  shall  wear  -, 
Thy  messenger  shall  joy  restore, 
And  every  loss  repair. 

3  This  happy  union.  Lord,  maintain  ; 

Here  let  thy  presence  dwell ; 
And  thousands,  loosed  from  Satan's  chain,! 
Kaise  from  the  brink  of  hell. 

4  May  purity  be  here  maintained, 

Peace  like  a  river  flow. 
And  pious  zeal,  and  love  unfeigned, 
In  every  bosom  glow. 
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Afx-t  L.  M.  Beddomb, 

JtU  1  •         Prayer  for  a  Pastor'' s  Success. 

1  FATHER  of  mercies,  bow  thine  ear, 
Attentive  to  our  earnest  prayer-; 

We  plead  for  those  who  plead  for  thee ; 
Successful  pleaders  may  they  be. 

2  0,  clothe  with  energy  divine 

Their  words ;  and  let  those  words  be  thine ; 
-To  them  thy  sacred  truth  reveal ; 
Su]3press  their  fear,  inflame  their  zeal. 

3  Teach  them  to  sow  the  precious  seed ; 
Teach  them  thy  chosen  flock  to  feed ; 
Teach  them  immortal  souls  to  gain, — 
And  thus  reward  their  toil  and  pain. 

4  Let  thronging  multitudes  around, 
Hear  from  their  lips  the  joyful  sound, 
In  humble  strains  thy  grace  implore, 
And  feel  thy  Spirit's  living  power. 

M  ^Q  L.   M.  RippoN's  Col. 

jLO  4/»         Prayer  for  a  Sick  Pastor. 

1  0  THOU,  before  whose  gracious  throne, 
We  bow  our  suppliant  spirits  down, 
Thou  know'st  the  anxious  cares  we  feel, 
And  all  our  trembling  lips  would  tell. 

2  With  power  benign  thy  servant  spare, 
Nor  turn  aside  thy  people^ s  prayer ; 
Avert  thy  swift  descending  stroke, 
Nor  smite  the  shepherd  of  the  flock. 

3  Restore  him  sinking  to  the  grave, 
Stretch  out  thine  arm,  make  haste  to  save; 
Back  to  our  hopes  and  wishes  give. 

And  bid  our  friend  and  pastor  live. 
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4  Yet  if  our  supplications  fail, 

And  prayers  and  tears  can  nought  avail, 
Be  thou  his  strength,  be  thou  his  stay, 
And  guide  him  safe  to  endless  day. 

M  f\;^  C     M.  DODDRIDGK. 

4  y  O .  ^ea^/i  of  a  Pastor. 

1  NOW  let  our  mourning  hearts  revive, 

And  all  our  tears  be  dry ; 
Why  should  those  eyes  be  drowned  in  grief, 
Which  view  a  Saviour  nigh  ? 

2  What  though  the  arm  of  conquering  death 

Does  God's  own  house  invade : 
What  though  our  pastor  and  our  guide 
Be  numbered  with  the  dead ; — 

3  Til'  eternal  Shepherd  still  survives, 

New  comforts  to  impart; 
Ills  hand  still  leads  us,  and  his  voice 
Sustains  and  cheers  our  heart. 

4  *'  Lo,  I  am  with  you,'^  saith  the  Lord ; 

"  My  church  shall  safe  abide  ; 
For  I  will  ne'er  forsake  my  own, 
W^hose  souls  in  me  confide.'' 

5  Through  every  scene  of  life  and  death, 

This  promise  is  our  trust ; 
And  this  shall  be  our  children's  song 
When  we  are  cold  in  dust. 


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III.— DEACONS. 

C.   M.  Eng.  Bap.  Col 

Choice  of  Deacons, 
VOUCHSAFE,  0  Lord,  thy  presence  now, 

Direct  us  in  thy  fear ; 
Before  thy  throne  we  humbly  bow, 
And  offer  fervent  prayer. 
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2  Give  us  the  men  whom  thou  shalt  choose. 

Thy  house  on  earth  to  guide ; 
Those  who  shall  ne'er  their  power  abuse, 
Or  lule  with  haughty  pride. 

3  Inspired  with  wisdom  from  above, 

And  with  discretion  blest ; 
Displaying  meekness,  temperance,  love, 
Of  every  grace  possessed  ; 

4  These  are  the  men  we  seek  of  thee, 

0  God  of  righteousness  ; 
Such  may  our  deacons  ever  be, 
With  such  thy  people  bless. 


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7'S.  G.  B.  IDE. 

Prayer  for  Deacons. 

1  SON  of  God,  our  glorious  Head ! 
On  us  now  thy  blessing  shed ; 
From  thy  throne  let  mercy  flow 
To  thy  waiting  flock  below. 

2  Taught  by  thee,  with  prayer  sincere, 
We  have  called  thy  servants  here. 
For  thy  needy  ones  to  care, 

And  thy  Holy  Feast  to  bear. 

3  May  the  Spirit  from  above 

Fill  their  hearts  with  faith  and  love ; 
Make  them  hum'ble,  zealous,  wise. 
Strife  to  shun,  and  good  devise. 

4  When  their  earthly  work  is  done, 
When  the  crown  of  life  is  won, 
Ever  in  thy  house  on  high. 

May  they  serve  beneath  thine  eye. 
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THE   CHURCH. 
rV.— PLACES  OF  WORSHIP. 

C.   M.  Watts. 

Christ's  Presence  Invoiced. 

1  ARISE,  0  Kin^  of  grace,  arise, 

And  enter  to  thy  rest ; 
Behold,  thy  church,  with  longing  eyes, 
Waits  to  be  owned  and  blest. 

2  Enter  with  all  thy  glorious  train, 

Thy  Spirit  and  thy  Word ; 
All  that  the  ark  did  once  contain 
Could  no  such  grace  afford. 

3  Here,  mighty  God,  accept  our  vows  ; 

Here  let  thy  praise  be  spread  ; 

Bless  the  provisions  of  thy  house, 

And  fill  thy  poor  with  bread. 

4  Here  let  the  Son  of  David  reign, 

Let  God^s  Anointed  shine ; 
Justice  and  truth  his  court  maintain, 
With  love  and  power  divine. 

7^S.  Montgomery 

TJie  Sanctuary  Built. 
LORD  of  hosts,  to  thee  we  raise 
Here  a  house  of  prayer  and  praise ; 
Thou  thy  people's  hearts  prepare 
Here  to  meet  for  praise  and  prayer. 
Let  the  living  here  be  fed 
With  thy  word,  the  heavenly  bread  ; 
Here,  in  hope  of  glory  blest, 
May  the  dead  be  laid  to  retjt ; — 
Here  to  thee  a  temple  stand, 
While  the  sea  shall  gird  the  land ; 
Here  reveal  thy  mercy  sure. 
While  the  sun  and  moon  endure. 
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PLACES   OF  WORSHIP. 

4  Hallelujah ! — earth  and  sky 
To  the  joyful  sound  reply  ; 
Hallelujah  ! — hence  ascend 
Prayer  and  praise  till  time  shall  end. 

A  fiQ  L.     M.  DODDKIDGE. 

±uO»  God  Dwelling  with  Men. 

1  AND  will  the  great,  eternal  God 
On  earth  establish  his  abode  ? 

And  will  he,  from  his  heavenly  throne, 
Avow  our  temples  for  his  own  ? 

2  These  walls  we  to  thy  honor  raise  ; 
Long  may  they  echo  with  thy  praise, 
And  thou,  descending,  fill  the  place 
With  choicest  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

3  Here  let  the  great  Redeemer  reign, 
With  all  the  graces  of  his  train ; 
While  power  divine  his  Word  attends. 
To  conquer  foes  and  cheer  his  friends. 

4  And  in  the  great,  decisive  day, 
When  God  the  nations  shall  survey. 
May  it  before  the  world  appear, 
That  crowds  were  born  to  glory  here. 

yjQQ  C.   M.  Newton, 

xvVt  Sanctnary  Blessings. 

1  DEAR  Shepherd  of  thy  people,  here 

Thy  presence  now  display ; 
As  thou  hast  given  a  place  for  prayer, 
So  give  us  hearts  to  pray. 

2  Within  these  walls  let  holy  peace. 

And  love,  and  concord  dwell ; 
Here  give  the  troubled  conscience  ease, 
The  wounded  spirit  heal. 
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SPREAD   OF   THE   GOSPEL. 

3  The  feeling  heart,  the  melting  eye, 

The  humble  mind,  bestow ; 
And  shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 
To  make  our  graces  grow  I 

4  May  we  in  faith  receive  the  word, 

In  faith  present  our  prayers : 
And  in  the  presence  of  our  Lord 
Unbosom  all  our  cares. 

5  And  may  the  gospeFs  joyful  sound, 

Enforced  by  mighty  grace, 

Awaken  many  sinners  round, 

To  come  and  fill  the  place. 


SPEEAD  OF  THE  GOSPEL. 


500. 


I.— HOaiE  MISSIONS. 

7's  &  6's.   Mrs.  G.  W.  Andeeson. 

Evangelization  of  our  Country. 

1  OUR  country's  voice  is  pleading, 

Ye  men  of  God,  arise  ! 
His  providence  is  leading, 

The  land  before  you  lies  ; 
Day-gleams  are  o'er  it  brightening, 

And  promise  clothes  the  soil ; 
Wide  fields  for  harvest  whitening, 

Invite  the  reaper's  toil. 

2  Go  where  the  waves  are  breaking 

On  California's  shore, 
Christ's  precious  gospel  taking. 
More  rich  than  golden  ore ; 
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HOME   MISSIONS. 

On  Alleghany's  mountains, 
Through  all  the  Western  Vale, 

Beside  Missouri's  fountains, 
Rehearse  the  wondrous  tale. 

3  Where  prairie  flowers  are  blooming, 

Plant  Sharon's  fairer  rose  ; 
The  farthest  wilds  illuming, 

With  light  that  ever  glows ; 
To  each  lone  forest-ranger, 

The  Word  of  Life  unseal ; 
To  every  exile  stranger. 

Its  saving  truths  reveal. 

4  The  love  of  Christ  unfolding, 

Speed  on  from  east  to  west, 
Till  all,  his  cross  beholding, 

In  him  are  fully  blest. 
Great  Author  of  salvation. 

Haste,  haste  the  glorious  day, 
When  we,  a  ransomed  nation, 

Thy  sceptre  shall  obey. 

^f\^  C.    M.  L.  H.  SiGOURNEY. 

ti  U  1  •     Home  Missionaries  Encouraged. 

1  ALL  hail !  ye  servants  of  the  Lord, 

On  mercy's  mission  bound. 

Ye  sowers  of  the  heavenly  word 

On  waste,  neglected  ground. 

2  Whafc  though  your  seed  'mid  thorns  be  sown 

Where  tares  and  brambles  thrive, 
Still  One  is  able,  One  alone, 
To  save  its  germ  alive. 
B  Ye  fear  what  falls  on  stony  earth 
Will  mock  your  prayerful  toil. 
But  sometimes  plants  of  holiest  birth 
Bear  fruit  in  sterile  soil. 
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SPREAD   OF   THE   GOSPEL. 

4  The  seed  that  by  the  way-side  fell, 

Perchance  you  counted  dead ; 
Yet  souls  that  sing  in  heaven  may  tell, 
They  on  its  sweetness  fed. 

5  And  some  a  hundred  fold  shall  bear 

Unto  the  harvest's  Lord  ; 
How  blessed,  then,  will  be  your  care ; 
How  glorious  your  reward  I 

8's  &  7's.    G.  W.  Andeeson 

The  Home  Missionary'' s  Example, 

1  ONWARD,  herald  of  the  gospel. 

Bear  thy  tidings  through  the  land ; 

Preach  the  word,  as  heaven's  apostle, 

Sent  by  Christ's  divine  command. 

2  Jesus,  once  the  gospel  preaching, 

Through  his  native  Judah  went, 
Salem's  sons  in  mercy  teaching, 
Calling  Israel  to  repent. 

3  Israel,  all  his  deep  love  slighting. 

Spurning  all  his  tenderness, 
Still  he  followed,  still  inviting, 
"Weeping  where  he  could  not  bless. 

4  Follow,  then,  thy  Lord's  example  ; 

Toil  in  hope,  nor  faint,  nor  fear  ; 
For  thy  needs  his  grace  is  ample. 
At  thy  side  he's  ever  near. 

5  Work,  until  the  day  is  ended, 

Labor  on,  till  night  shall  come ; 
Then,  with  joy  and  triumph  blended, 
Christ  shall  bring  thee  to  his  home^ 
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COLPORTEUR   HYMNS. 
II._COLPORTEUR  HYMNS. 

^^^  8's  &  6's.  F.  M.  C. 

OUOt  The  Colporteur. 

1  WHAT  courteous  stranger  at  the  door, 

Bowed  with  his  burden,  stands  ? 
He  brings,  perchance,  a  precious  store 
Of  gems,  or  pearls,  or  golden  ore, 

Or  tidings  from  far  land. 

2  His  gems  are  books,  and  fervent  prayers, 

Warnings  and  counsels  kind  : 
Letters  from  his  dear  Lord  he  bears, 
And  news  from  heaven  of  high  affairs, 

For  man^s  great  good  designed. 

3  Hark  !  for  the  stranger^s  voice  is  heard, 

Waking  the  slumbering  mind  : 
Tears  fall  like  rain-drops  at  his  word. 
And  listening  hearts  like  leaves  are  stirred, 

When  breathes  the  sweet  south  wind. 

4  He  speaks,  in  accents  soft  and  low, 

Of  Christ  and  all  his  love  ; 
His  bitter  cup  of  shame  and  wo, 
The  pangs  he  bore  for  man  below, 

The  throne  he  fills  above. 

5  On !  on  !  thy  holy  light  impart ; 

Sow  thick  the  golden  seed ; 
Through  every  door,  on  every  heart 
The  sunbeam  of  the  gospel  dart ; 

Speed  with  thy  jewels,  speed ! 

S.     M.  L.  H.  SiGOURNEY 

The  Colporteur^ s  Woi-k. 
1  NOW  mercy's  light-winged  page, 
Swift  messenger  of  love, 

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SPREAD   OP  THE   GOSPEL. 

Comes  to  the  home  of  lonely  age, 
To  guide  his  thoughts  above. 

2  The  way-side  beggar  hears 

Its  ministry  divine ; 
And  want's  pale  children  dry  their  t^ars, 
To  trace  its  radiant  line. 

3  On,  on,  ye  faithful  band, 

Your  precious  bounty  shed  ; 
With  single  heart  and  tireless  hand, 
The  joyful  tidings  spread. 

4  "  The  Lord  our  righteousness" 

Still  on  your  banner  write  ; 

Nor  stay  your  toil  until  he  bless 

The  world  with  saving  light. 

5Aj;r  8^S  &  7's.      Am.  Messenger. 

\JOt  The  Colporteur'' s  Hymn, 

1  THOUGH  'mid  forests  dark  and  dreary, 

Oft  my  toilsome  path  I  take, — 
Climbing  now  the  mountains  weaiy. 

Threading  now  the  dangerous  brake,— 
Sweetening  solitude  with  prayer, 
Cheerily  my  books  I  bear. 

2  Night  to  me  can  bring  no  terror — 

Deserts  wild  no  chilling  fear  ; 
Christ  within,  my  shield  from  error. 

Faith,  and  Hope,  my  way-mates  dear : 
All  around  me  angel-throngs. 
Holy  thoughts,  and  heavenl}^  songs. 

3  0  how  sweet  to  dwellings  lonely, 

Leaves  of  sacred  truth  to  bear ! 
Dropping  print  where  printing  only 

Comes  to  bring  salvation  there : 
Kindling  in  each  house  a  flame 
With  my  Saviour's  glowing  name. 
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506. 


^^NISTERIAL  EDUCATION. 

4  Thus  with  hymns  and  hallowed  musing 

Daily  I  my  course  pursue, 
All  my  single  talent  using, 

Loving  well  the  work  I  do, — 
Trusting  in  my  Saviour's  care, 
Cheerily  my  books  I  bear ! 

C.   M.  Hastings. 

The  Healing  Leaves. 
'     1  GO  forth  on  wings  of  faith  and  prayer, 
Ye  pages,  bright  with  love ; 
Though  mute,  the  joyful  tidings  bear  — 
Salvation  from  above. 

2  Go,  tell  the  sinful,  careless  soul 

The  warning  God  has  given  ; 
Go,  make  the  wounded  spirit  whole. 
With  healing  balm  from  heaven. 

3  Go  to  the  rude,  the  dark,  the  poor, 

That  live  estranged  from  God ; — • 
Bid  them  the  pearl  of  price  secure. 
Bought  with  a  Saviour's  blood. 

4  0  Jesus,  Friend  of  dying  men. 

Thy  presence  we  implore  ; 
Without  thy  blessing  all  is  vain ; 
Bo  with  us  evermore. 

III.— MINISTERIAL  EDUCATION. 

KCirf  ll's  &  8\s.        Moth.  Mag. 

V\j  \  •  Prayer  for  Colleges. 

1  LET  pure  clouds  of  incense  be  wafted  to  heaven, 

From  hearts  all  united  in  one. 
That  wisdom  and  grace  to  our  youth  may  be  giveii, 
And  strength  for  the  race  they  must  run. 

2  O'er  the  green  hills  of  science,  0  Spirit,  preside, 

And  send  down  thy  heaA^enly  showers ; 
Let  holiest  dew  on  each  tendril  abide, 
And  nourish  the  germs  and  the  flowers. 
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SPREAD    OF   THE   GOSPEL. 

S  Pour  salt  in  those  fountains,  shed  light  on  those  halls, 
Bid  Shiloh's  pure  waters  be  there, 
Till  the  tide  of  salvation,  surrounding  the  walls, 
Roll  high  on  the  breezes  of  prayer , 
4  From  the  youth  of  our  country  shall  armies  arise. 
The  Gospel  of  Peace  to  proclaim. 
O'er  the  land  and  the  sea  the  glad  message  that  flies, 
Shall  echo  Immanuel's  name. 

L.     M.  G.  B.  IDE. 

Prayer  for  more  Laborers. 

1  THROUGH  many  climes,  o'er  many  lands, 

How  wide  the  growing  harvest  spreads  ! 
But  few  the  men,  and  weak  the  hands, 
To  reap  where  Heaven  its  bounty  sheds. 

2  0  Thou,  whose  matchless  love  and  power, 

Thy  sovereign  counsels  onward  bear, 
Eaise  up,  in  this  important  hour, 
A  sacred  host,  the  work  to  share. 

3  Call  forth,  from  vale  and  mountain-height, 

The  minds  on  which  thy  grace  hath  shone, 
Richly  imbue  with  holy  light. 

And  consecrate  them  all  thy  own. 

4  With  knowledge  fraught,  and  hallowed  lore, 

May  they  the  cross  of  Christ  proclaim, 
From  realm  to  realm,  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  earth  shall  bless  his  saving  name. 

IV.— BIBLE  DISTRIBUTION. 

H.  M.  Makshman. 

The  Bible  Translated. 
HAIL  precious  book  divine  ! 

lUuiuined  by  thy  rays, 
We  rise  from  death  and  sin. 
To  speak  the  Saviour's  praise ! 

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BIBLE  DISTRIBUTION. 

The  shades  of  error,  dark  as  night, 
Vanish  before  thy  radiant  light. 

2  "We  bless  the  God  of  grace, 

Who  hath  his  word  revealed 
To  earth's  bewildered  race, 

So  long  in  darkness  held  ; 
His  love  designs  ;  his  people  pray ; 
His  providence  prepares  the  way. 

3  Now  shall  the  heathen  learn 

The  glories  of  our  King ; 
And  from  their  idols  turn 

Jehovah^ s  name  to  sing  : 
Diffusing  heavenly  light  around. 
This  book  shall  Satan^s  power  confound. 

4  Deign,  gracious  Saviour,  deign, 

To  smile  upon  thy  word ; 
Let  millions  now  attain 

Salvation  from  the  Lord : 
Nor  let  its  growing  conquests  stay, 
Till  earth  exult  to  own  thy  sway ! 

K  1  fk  CM.  C0W?ER 

0  J  (J.      The  Bible  the  Light  of  the  World. 

1  WHAT  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page ! 

Majestic  like  the  sun, 
It  gives  a  light  to  every  age  ; 
It  gives,  but  borrows  none. 

2  The  power  that  gave  it  still  supplies 

The  gracious  light  and  heat : 
Its  truths  upon  the  nations  rise  ; 
They  rise,  but  never  set. 

3  Let  everlasting  thanks  be  thine 

For  sucK  a  bright  display 
As  makes  a  world  of  darkness  shine 
With  beams  of  heavenly  day. 

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SPREAD   OF   THE   GOSPEL. 

K  1    -f  C.   P.   M.  MONTGOMERT. 

0  J  1 .  The  Bible  the  Only  Guide. 

1  WHAT  is  the  world?  a  wildering  maze, 
Where  sin  hath  tracked  ten  thousand  ways, 

Her  victims  to  ensnare  ; 
All  broad,  and  winding,  and  aslope, 
All  tempting  with  perfidious  hope, 

All  ending  in  despair. 

2  Millions  of  pilgrims  throng  these  roads, 
Bearing  their  baubles  or  their  loads 

Down  to  eternal  night : 
One  only  path  that  never  bends, 
Narrow,  and  rough,  and  steep,  ascends 

From  darkness  into  light. 

3  Is  there  no  guide  to  show  that  path  ? 
The  Bible  ! — He  alone  who  hath 

The  Bible  need  not  stray  ; 
But  he  who  hath,  and  will  not  give 
That  light- of  life  to  all  that  live. 

Himself  shall  lose  the  way. 

v.— FOREIGN  MISSIONS. 

pflO  L.   M.  Yoke. 

0  i  u*  Concert  of  Prayer, 

1  THY  people.  Lord,  who  trust  thy  word, 

And  wait  the  smilings  of  thy  face. 
Assemble  round  thy  mercy-seat, 

And  plead  the  promise  of  thy  grace. 

2  We  consecrate  these  hours  to  thee. 

Thy  sovereign  mercy  to  entreat ; 
And  feel  some  animating  hope. 
We  shall  divine  acceptance  meet. 
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FOREIGN   MISSIONS. 

3  Hast  thou  not  promised  to  thy  Son, 

That  his  dominion  shall  extend 
Till  every  tongue  shall  call  him  Lord, 
And  every  knee  before  him  bend  ? 

4  Now  let  the  happy  time  appear, 

The  time  to  favor  Zion  come ; 
Send  forth  thy  heralds  far  and  near 
To  call  thy  banished  people  home. 

K  I  Q  L.   M.  AVatts. 

fj  1  0»       The  Promised  Reign  of  Christ, 

1  JESUS  shall  reigif  where'er  the  sun 
Does  his  successive  journeys  run; 

His  kingdom  stretch  from  shore  to  shore 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

2  For  him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made, 
And  endless  praises  crown  his  head ; 
His  name,  like  sweet  perfume,  shall  rise 
With  every  morning  sacrifice. 

3  People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  sweetest  song  ; 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  his  name. 

4  Blessings  abound  where'er  he  reigns  ; 
The  joyful  prisoner  bursts  his  chains; 
The  weary  find  eternal  rest, 

And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 

^^M  CM.  W.  Wart> 

0  Lx*    Prayer  for  the  Success  of  the  Gospel. 

1  GREAT  God,  the  nations  of  the  earth 

Are  by  creation  thine  ; 
And  in  thy  works,  by  all  beheld, 
Thy  radiant  glories  shine. 
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SPREAD   OF  THE   GOSPEL. 

2  But,  Lord,  thy  greater  love  has  sent 

Thy  gospel  to  mankind, 
Unveiling  what  rich  stores  of  grace 
Are  treasured  in  thy  mind. 

3  0,  when  shall  these  glad  tidings  spread 

The  spacious  earth  around, 
Till  every  tribe  and  every  soul 
Shall  hear  the  joyful  sound? 

4  Smile,  Lord,  on  each  divine  attempt 

To  spread  the  gospel's  rays, 
And  build  on  sin's  demolished  throne 
The  temples  of  thy  praise. 

51  ^  L.  M.  Sac.  Lyrics. 

1U»  Prayer /or  the  World. 

1  JESUS,  we  bow  before  thy  throne, 

We  lift  our  eyes  to  seek  thy  face : 
To  bleeding  hearts  thy  love  make  known, 
On  contrite  souls  bestow  thy  grace. 

2  See,  spread  beneath  thy  gracious  eye, 

A  world  overwhelmed  in  guilt  and  tears  •, 
"Where  deathless  souls  in  ruin  lie. 

And  no  kind  voice  dispels  their  fears. 

3  Lord,  arm  thy  truth  with  power  divine, 

Its  conquests  spread  from  shore  to  shore ; 
Till  suns  and  stars  forget  to  shine, 
And  earth  and  skies  shall  be  no  more. 

4  0  rise,  ye  ransomed  captives,  rise, 

Peal  the  loud  anthem  here  below ; 
Let  earth  reflect  it  to  the  skies. 

And  heaven  with  new-born  rapture  glow, 
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FOREIGN    MISSIONS. 

S.   M.       Wardlaw's  Coi. 

Diffusion  of  the  Gospel* 

1  0  LORD  our  God,  arise, 

The  cause  of  truth  maintain. 
And  wide  o'er  all  the  peopled  world, 
Extend  her  blessed  reign. 

2  Thou,  Prince  of  Life,  arise, 

Nor  let  thy  glory  cease  ; 
Far  spread  the  conquests  of  thy  grace, 

And  bless  the  earth  with  peace. 
S  Spirit  of  grace,  arise, 

Extend  thy  healing  wing. 
And  o'er  a  dark  and  ruined  world, 

Let  light  and  order  spring. 
4  Let  all  on  earth  arise. 

To  God  the  Saviour  sing ; 
From  shore  to  shore,  from  earth  to  heaven, 

Let  echoing  anthems  ring. 

K 1  ry  C.  M.  Burder's  Col. 

017,  The  Joyful  Sound. 

1  LORD,  send  thy  word  and  let  it  fly 

The  spacious  earth  around : 
Till  every  soul  beneath  the  sky 
Shall  hear  the  joyful  sound. 

2  From  sea  to  sea,  from  shore  to  shore. 

May  Jesus  be  adored ! 
And  earth,  with  all  her  millions,  shout 
Hosannas  to  the  Lord  ! 

K  -I  Q  L.     M.  MONTGOMEBT 

0  1  0»  The  Spirit  Invoked. 

1  0  SPIRIT  of  the  living  God  ! 
In  all  the  fulness  of  thy  grace, 
Where'er  the  foot  of  man  hath  trod. 

Descend  on  our  apostate  race. 
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SPREAD   OF  THE   GOSPEL. 

2  Give  tongues  of  fire  and  hearts  of  love 

To  preach  the  reconciling  word ; 
Give  power  and  unction  from  above, 
Whene'er  the  joyful  sound  is  heard. 

3  Baptize  the  nations  ;  far  and  nigh, 

The  triumphs  of  the  cross  record; 
The  name  of  Jesus  glorify, 

Till  every  kindred  call  him  Lord. 

H.   M.         Miss.  Psalmist. 
The  Spirit  Poured  forth. 

1  0,  SEND  thy  Spirit  down, 

On  all  the  nations,  Lord ; 
With  great  success  to  crown 

The  preaching  of  thy  Avord : 
That  heathen  lands  may  own  thy  sway, 
And  cast  their  idol  gods  away. 

2  And  may  that  sacred  fire. 

Descending  from  above, 
Our  frozen  hearts  inspire, 

With  fervent  zeal  and  love : 
Enlighten  our  beclouded  eyes. 
And  teach  our  grovelling  souls  to  rise ! 

PCOA  ^'®  ^  ^^^'      Select  Hymns. 

fJ/J\J*  Consecration  to  the  Worh. 

1  WHILE  the  heralds  of  salvation 

God's  abounding  grace  proclaim, 
Let  his  friends  of  every  station 
Gladly  join  to  spread  his  name. 

2  May  his  kingdom  bo  promoted ; 

May  the  world  the  Saviour  know : 
Be  my  all  to  him  devoted ; 
To  my  Lord  my  all  I  owe. 
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FOREIGN   MISSIONS. 

3  Praise  the  Saviour,  all  ye  nations ; 
Praise  him,  all  ye  hosts  above ; 
Shout,  with  joyful  acclamations, 
His  divine,  victorious  love. 

^  ^  I  L.     M.  C  A  WOOD. 

0/6  I*     Christians  Deht&rs  to  the  Heathen. 

1  CHRISTIANS,  the  glorious  hope  ye  know, 
-    Which  soothes  the  heart  in  every  wo  ; 

While  heathen,  helpless,  hopeless,  lie ; 
No  ray  of  glory  meets  their  eye. 

2  Christians,  ye  taste  the  heavenly  grace 
Which  cheers  believers  in  their  race ; 
Uncheered  by  grace,  through  heathen  gloom, 
See  millions  hastening  to  the  tomb. 

3  Christians,  ye  prize  the  Saviour's  blood, 
lu  which  the  soul  is  cleansed  for  God ; 
Millions  of  souls  in  darkness  dwell, 
Uncleansed  from  sin — exposed  to  hell. 

4  To  distant  lands  that  grace  convey. 
Which  trains  the  soul  for  endless  day ; 

0  strive  that  heathen  soon  may  view 
That  precious  blood  which  cleanseth  you. 

K^^  L.   M.  Montgomery. 

0 ^  O .  ^The  People  Perish.'' 

1  THE  heathen  perish ;  day  by  day, 
Thousands  on  thousands  pass  away  I 
0  Christians,  to  their  rescue  fly, 
Preach  Jesus  to  them  ere  they  die  I 

2  Wealth,  labor,  talents  freely  give. 
Yea,  life  itself,  that  they  may  live ; 
What  hath  your  Saviour  done  for  you? 
And  what  fo.r  him  will  ye  not  do  ? 


SPREAD   OF   THE   GOSPEL. 

3  0,  Spirit  of  the  Lord !  go  forth, 
Call  in  the  south,  wake  wp  the  north ; 
From  every  clime,  from  sun  to  sun, 
Gather  God's  children  into  one  1 

7's  &  6's.  Hebeb. 

The  Appeal. 

1  FROM  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 

From  India's  coral  strand, 
"Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand : 
From  man}'-  an  ancient  river. 

From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle. 
Though  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile ; 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown ; 
The  heathen,  in  his  blindness. 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

3  Shall  we  whose  souls  are  lighted 

By  wisdom  from  on  high, 
Shall  we  to  men  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? 
Salvation,  0  salvation ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 

Has  learned  Messiah's  name. 

4  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story, 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Till  like  a  sea  of  glory. 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole : 
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FOREIGN   MISSIONS. 

Till  o'er  our  ransomed  nature, 
The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 

Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 
In  bliss  returns  to  reign. 


524 


S.     M.  VOKB. 

Departure  of  Missionaries. 

1  YE  messengers  of  Christ, 

His  sovereign  voice  obey ; 
Arise  and  follow  where  he  leads, 
And  peace  attend  your  way. 

2  The  Master  whom  you  serve 

"Will  needful  strength  bestow : 
Depending  on  his  promised  aid. 
With  sacred  courage,  go. 

3  Go,  spread  the  Saviour's  name ; 

Go,  tell  his  matchless  grace ; 
Proclaim  salvation,  full  and  free. 
To  Adam's  guilty  race. 

4  We  wish  you,  in  his  name. 

The  most  divine  success, 
Assured  that  he  who  sends  you  forth. 
Will  your  endeavors  bless. 

KQK  8's,  7's  &  4.  S.  F.  Smith. 

0 uO»  The  Missionary's  Farewell, 

1  YES,  my  native  land,  I  love  thee ; 
All  thy  scenes,  I  love  them  well ; 
Friends,  connections,  happy  country  I 
Can  I  bid  you  all  farewell  ? 

Can  I  leave  you, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 

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SPREAD   OF   THE   GOSPEL. 

2  Yes,  I  hasten  from  you  gladly, 

From  the  scenes  I  loved  so  well- 
Far  away,  ye  billows,  bear  me ; 
Lovely  native  land,  farewell ! 

Pleased  I  leave  thee. 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 

3  In  the  desert  let  me  labor, 

On  the  mountains  let  me  tell 
How  he  died — the  blessed  Saviour — 
To  redeem  a  world  from  hell  I 

Let  me  hasten 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 

4  Bear  me  on,  thou  restless  ocean ; 

Let  the  winds  my  canvass  swell — 
Heaves  my  heart  with  warm  emotion, 
While  I  go  far  hence  to  dwell. 

Glad  I  bid  thee, 
Native  land — Farewell — ^Farewell. 

p^^a  8's,  7's  &  4.  Williams. 

fJ4Dt  Pagan  Darkness, 

1  O'ER  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness, 

Look,  my  soul,  be  still  and  gaze ; 
See  the  promises  advancing 
To  a  glorious  day  of  grace : 

Blessed  jubilee, 
Let  thy  glorious  morning  dawn. 

2  Kingdoms  wide,  that  sit  in  darkness,      *^ 

Grant  them,  Lord,  the  glorious  light ; 
Now,  from  eastern  coast  to  western, 
May  the  morning  chase  the  night: 

Let  redemption. 
Freely  purchased,  win  the  day. 
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FOREIGN    MISSIONS. 

3  Fly  abroad,  thou  mighty  gospel : 
Win  and  conquer — never  cease ; 
May  thy  lasting,  wide  dominions 
Multiply,  and  still  increase  ; 

Sway  thy  sceptre. 
Saviour,  all  the  world  around, 

^r\^  7'S  BOWRINO. 

vol*  "  What  of  the  Night:' 

1  WATCHMAN  !  tell  us  of  the  night. 

What  its  signs  of  promise  are  ? 
Traveller !  o'er  yon  mountain's  height, 
See  that  glory-beaming  star. 

2  Watchman  !  does  its  beauteous  ray 

Aught  of  hope  or  joy  foretell  ? 
Traveller  1  yes  ;  it  brings  the  day, 
Promised  day  of  Israel. 

3  Watchman  1  tell  us  of  the  night ; 

Higher  yet  that  star  ascends. 
Traveller  I  blessedness  and  light, 
Peace  and  truth,  its  course  portends. 

4  Watchman  I  will  its  beams  alone 

Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  ? 
Traveller  !  ages  are  its  own  ; 
See,  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth. 

5  Watchman  *  tell  us  of  the  night, 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn. 

Traveller !  darkness  takes  its  flight ; 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdraAvn. 

6  Watchman  !  let  thy  wanderings  cease  j 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home. 
Traveller  !  lo  !  the  Prince  of  Peace, 
Lo  !  the  Son  of  God,  is  come. 
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528. 


SPREAD   OF   THE   GOS^L. 

7's  &   6's.  S.  F.  Smith. 

"  The  Morning  Cometh,''^ 
THE  morning  light  is  breaking ; 

The  darkness  disappears ; 
The  sons  of  earth  are  waking 

To  penitential  tears : 
Each  breeze  that  sweeps  the  ocean 

Brings  tidings  from  afar 
Of  nations  in  commotion, 

Prepared  for  Zion's  war. 

Rich  dews  of  grace  come  o'er  us, 

In  many  a  gentle  shower, 
And  brighter  scenes  before  us 

Are  opening  every  hour : 
Each  cry,  to  heaven  going, 

Abundant  answers  brings, 
And  heavenly  gales  are  blowing. 

With  peace  upon  their  wings. 
See  heathen  nations  bending 

Before  the  God  we  love, 
And  thousand  hearts  ascending 

In  gratitude  above ; 
While  sinners,  now  confessing, 

The  gospel  call  obey. 
And  seek  the  Saviour^s  blessing,— 

A  nation  in  a  day. 

Blest  river  of  salvation, 

Pursue  thy  onward  way ; 
Flow  thou  to  every  nation, 

Nor  in  thy  richness  stay : 
Stay  not  till  all  the  lowly 

Triumphant  reach  their  home ; 
Stay  not  till  all  the  holy 

Proclaim,  "  The  Lord  is  come." 
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FOREIGN   MISSIONS. 

^^ri  8's,  7's  &  4.  Kelly. 

0/CfU9  The  Day  is  Breaking. 

1  LOOK,  ye  saints  !  the  day  is  breaking ; 

Joyful  times  are  near  at  hand  ; 
God,  the  mighty  God,  is  speaking 
By  his  word  in  every  land : 

Day  advances — 
Darkness  flies  at  his  command. 

2  0,  'tis  pleasant,  'tis  reviving 

To  our  hearts,  to  hear,  each  day, 
Joyful  news,  from  far  arriving, 
How  the  gospel  wins  its  way, 

Those  enlightening 
Who  in  death  and  darkness  lay. 

3  God  of  Jacob,  high  and  glorious. 

Let  thy  people  see  thy  hand ! 
Let  the  gospel  be  victorious. 

Through  the  world,  in  every  land  ; 

Then  shall  idols 
Perish,  Lord,  at  thy  command. 


530. 


ll's  &  lO's.  Sac.  Songs. 

The  Glad  Morning. 


\  HAIL  to  the  brightness  of  Zion's  glad  morning: 
Joy  to  the  lands  that  in  darkness  have  lain ; 
Hushed  be  the  accents  of  sorrow  and  mourning, 
Zion  in  triumph  begins  her  mild  reign. 

2  Hail  to  the  brightness  of  Zion's  glad  morning, 

Long  by  the  prophets  of  Israel  foretold ; 

Hail  to  the  millions  from  bondage  returning; 

Gentiles  and  Jews  the  blest  vision  behold. 

3  Lo,  in  the  desert  rich  flowers  are  springing, 

Streams  ever  copious  are  gliding  along ; 
Loud  from  the  mountain-tops  echoes  are  ringing, 
Wastes  rise  in  verdure  and  mingle  in  song. 
329  2S* 


SPREAD   OF  THE   GOSPEL. 

i  See  from  all  lands,  from  the  isles  of  the  ocean, 
Praise  to  Jehovah  ascending  on  high ; 
Fall'n  are  the  engines  of  war  and  commotion ; 
Shouts  of  salvation  are  rending  the  sky, 

K  i)  1  7's.  Kelly. 

Dol.  Glory  of  Zlon, 

1  WHO  are  these  that  come  from  far, 
Led  by  Jacob's  rising  star? 
Strangers  now  to  Zion  come, 
There  to  seek  a  peaceful  home. 

2  Lo !  they  gather  like  a  cloud, 

Or  as  doves  their  windows  crowd : 
Zion  wonders  at  the  sight, 
Zion  feels  a  strange  delight. 

3  Zion  now  no  more  shall  sigh, 
God  will  raise  her  glory  high  ; 
He  will  send  a  large  increase, 
He  will  give  his  people  peace. 

4  Sons  of  Zion,  sing  aloud  I 
See  her  sun  without  a  cloud  1 
God  will  make  her  joy  complete, 
Zion's  sun  shall  never  set. 

••^rv  7's.  L.Bacon. 

V^/J*  Jubilee  Song 

1  WAKE  the  song  of  Jubilee  ! 
Let  it  echo  o'er  the  sea  1 

Now  is  come  the  promised  hour ; 
Jesus  reigns  with  glorious  power. 

2  All  the  nations  join  and  sing. 

Praise  your  Saviour,  praise  your  King ; 
Let  it  sound  from  shore  to  shore, — 
*'  Jesus  reigns  for  evermore !" 
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FAST. 

3  Hark !  the  desert  lands  rejoice ! 
And  the  islands  join  their  voice ; 
Joy  I  the  whole  creation  sings, — 
"  Jesus  is  the  King  of  kings  V 

^QQ  C.  M.  Watts. 

0t)O»      Kingdom  of  Christ  among  Men. 

1  LO !  what  a  glorious  sight  appears 

To  our  believing  eyes  ! 
The  earth  and  seas  are  passed  away, 
And  fled  the  rolling  skies. 

2  From  highest  heaven,  where  God  resides, 

That  holy,  happy  place, 
The  new  Jerusalem  comes  down, 
Adorned  with  shining  grace. 

3  Attending  angels  shout  for  joy, 

And  heavenly  armies  sing, — 
"  Ye  saints,  behold  the  sacred  seat 
Of  your  descending  King.'' 

4  How  long,  dear  Saviour,  0,  how  long 

Shall  this  bright  hour  delay  ? 
Fly  swifter  round,  ye  wheels  of  time, 
And  bring  the  welcome  day. 


SPECIAL   OCCASIONS. 

I.— FAST, 

Ki^  J  L.    M.  DODDRIDGK. 

00  ±»      National  Judgments  Deprecated, 

1  0  RIGHTEOUS  God,  thou  Judge  supreme, 
We  tremble  at  thy  dreadful  name ! 

And  all  our  crying  guilt  we  own, 
In  dust  and  te^rs,  before  thy  throne. 
331 


SPECIAL   OCCASIONS. 

2  Justly  might  this  polluted  land 
Prove  all  the  vengeance  of  thy  hand : 
And,  bathed  in  heaven,  thy  sword  might  come. 
To  drink  our  blood  and  seal  our  doom. 

3  Yet  hast  thou  not  a  remnant  here, 
Whose  souls  are  filled  with  pious  fear? 
0  bring  thy  wonted  mercy  nigh, 
While  prostrate  at  thy  feet  they  lie  ! 

4  Behold  their  tears,  attend  their  moan, 
Nor  turn  away  their  secret  groan : 
With  these  we  join  our  humble  prayer ; 
Our  nation  shield,  our  country  spare. 

K  a  f-'  8  S  &  7's.  Ens.  Col 

0*50.  Pardon,  implored  for  National  Sins. 

1  DREAD  Jehovah!  God  of  nations ! 

From  thy  temple  in  the  skies, 
Hear  thy  people's  supplications, 
Now  for  their  deliverance  rise. 

2  Though  our  sins,  our  hearts  confounding, 

Long  and  loud  for  vengeance  call, 
Thou  hast  mercy  more  abounding  ; 
Jesus'  blood  can  cleanse  them  all. 

3  Let  that  love  veil  our  transgression  ; 

Let  that  blood  our  guilt  efface ; 

Save  thy  people  from  oppression ; 

Save  from  spoil  thy  holy  place. 

4  Lo  I  with  deep  contrition  turning, 

Humbly  at  thy  feet  we  bend  ; 
Hear  us,  fasting;,  praying,  mourning ; 
Hear  us,  spare  us,  and  defend. 

50/^  L.   M.  Newton. 

O  U  t  National  Ingratitude. 

1  HOW  long  hath  God  bestowed  his  care 
On  this  indulged,  ungrateful  land ! 
832 


FAST. 

How  ofb,  in  times  of  danger  near, 
Preserved  us  by  his  sovereign  hand! 

2  Here  peace  and  liberty  have  dvrelt, 

The  glorious  gospel  brightly  shone ; 
And  oft  our  mightiest  foes  have  felt, 

That  God  hath  made  our  cause  his  own. 

3  But  ah !  both  heaven  and  earth  have  heard 

Our  vile  requital  of  his  love  ; 
"We,  vrhom  like  children  he  has  reared, 
For  all  his  care  unthankful  prove. 

4  See !  he  uplifts  his  chastening  rod  ! 

0,  where  are  now  the  faithful  few, 
Who  tremble  for  the  ark  of  God, 
And  know  what  Israel  ought  to  do  ? 

5  Lord !  hear  thy  people  every  where. 

Who  meet  this  day  to  weep  and  pray : 
Our  sinful  land  in  mercy  spare, 
In  mercy  turn  thy  wrath  away  I 

S-   M.  Watts 

Personal  Ingratitude. 

1  IS  this  the  kind  return. 

Are  these  the  thanks  we  owe  ? 
Thus  to  abuse  eternal  love, 

Whence  all  our  blessings  flow  ? 

2  To  what  a  stubborn  frame, 

Has  sin  reduced  our  mind  ! 
What  strange  rebellious  wretches  we, 
And  God  as  strangely  kind  1 

3  Turn,  turn  us,  mighty  God, 

And  mould  our  souls  afresh  ; 
Break,  sovereign  grace,  these  hearts  of  stone, 
And  give  us  hearts  of  flesh. 


537. 


SPECIAL   OCCASIONS. 

4  Let  past  ingratitude 

Provoke  our  weeping  eyes  ; 
And  hourly,  as  new  mercies  fall, 
Let  hourly  thanks  arise. 

n.— THANKSGIVING. 

KQQ  S-   ^^-  Watts 

OOOt  Divine  Goodness. 

1  0,  BLESS  the  Lord,  my  soul; 

Let  all  within  me  join. 
And  aid  my  tongue  to  bless  his  nana;^/ 
Whose  favors  are  divine. 

2  0,  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul ; 

Nor  let  his  mercies  lie 
Forgotten  in  unthankfulness, 
And  without  praises  die. 

3  ^Tis  he  forgives  thy  sins  ; 

^Tis  he  relieves  thy  pain  ; 
'Tis  he  that  heals  thy  sicknesses, 
And  gives  thee  strength  again. 

4  He  crowns  thy  life  with  love. 

When  ransomed  from  the  grave  ; 
He,  who  redeemed  my  soul  from  hell, 
Hath  sovereign  poAver  to  save. 

KQ/^  8^S  &  7^S.  Gems. 

vOu»  National  Mercies. 

1  LORD  of  heaven,  and  earth,  and  ocean, 
Hear  us  from  thy  bright  abode. 
While  our  hearts,  with  deep  devotion, 
Own  their  great  and  gracious  God  ; 
Now  with  joy  we  come  before  thee  ; 
Seek  thy  face,  thy  mercies  sing ; 
Lord  of  life,  and  light,  and  glory. 

Guard  thy  church,  thou  heavenly  King. 
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THANKSGIVING. 

2  Health,  and  every  needful  blessing, 

Are  thy  bounteous  gifts  alone ; 
Comforts  undeserved  possessing, 

Here  we  bend  before  thy  throne ; 
Thee,  with  humble  adoration, 

Lord,  we  praise  for  mercies  past ; 
Still  to  this  most  favored  nation 

May  those  mercies  ever  last. 

f^  4  r\  L.   M.  Doddridge. 

Ox\J»  National  Gratitude. 

1  LORD,  may  thy  goodness  cause  our  land, 
Preserved  by  thine  almighty  hand, 

The  tribute  of  its  love  to  bring 

To  thee,"  our  Saviour  and  our  King. 

2  So  shall  each  public  temple  raise 
A  song  of  triumph  to  thy  praise ; 
And  every  peaceful  private  home 
To  thee  a  temple  shall  become, 

3  Still  be  it  our  supreme  delight 
To  walk  as  in  thine  awful  sight ; 
And  in  thy  precepts  and  thy  fear. 
Till  life's  last  hour,  to  persevere. 

^  J  ^  7's.  Sac.  Lyeics. 

0^1,  A  Nation's  Anthem. 

1  SWELL  the  anthem,  raise  the  song ; 
Praises  to  our  God  belong  ; 

Saints  and  angels  join  to  sing 
Praises  to  the  heavenly  King, 

2  Blessings  from  his  liberal  hand 
Flow  around  this  happy  land : 
Kept  by  him,  no  foes  annoy, 
Peace  and  freedom  we  enjoy. 

3  Here,  beneath  a  virtuous  sway, 
May  we  cheerfully  obey, — 

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SPECIAL   OCCASIONS. 

Never  feel  oppression's  rod, — 
Ever  own  and  worship  God. 
4  Hark !  the  voice  of  nature  sings 
Praises  to  the  King  of  kings. 
Let  us  join  the  choral  song, 
And  the  grateful  notes  prolong. 

KAQ  L.   M.  Watts. 

OjL/C*  Genei-al  Praise, 

1  GIVE  to  our  God  immortal  praise  I 
Mercy  and  truth  are  all  his  ways  : 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
Kepeat  his  mercies  in  your  song. 

2  He  built  the  earth,  he  spread  the  sky, 
And  fixed  the  starry  lights  on  high  : 
"Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong. 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  song. 

3  He  fills  the  sun  with  morning  light, 
He  bids  the  moon  direct  the  night : 
His  mercies  ever  shall  endure. 

When  suns  and  moons  shall  shine  no  more. 

4  He  sent  his  Son  with  power  to  save 
From  guilt,  and  darkness,  and  the  grave : 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong. 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  song. 

5  Through  this  vain  word  he  guides  our  feet, 
And  leads  us  to  his  heavenly  seat : 

His  mercies  ever  shall  endure. 

When  this  vain  world  shall  be  no  more. 

III.— CLOSE  OF  THE  YEAR. 

K  .n  C.  P.  M. 

Ol.O*  Solemn  Meditation, 

1  MY  days,  my  weeks,  my  months,  my  years, 
Fly  rapid  as  the  whirlir^g  spheres^ 
336 


CLOSE   OF  THE  YEAR. 

Around  the  steady  pole ; 
Time,  like  the  tide,  its  motion  keeps, 
For  ever  flowing  to  the  deeps, 

Where  ceaseless  ages  roll. 
The  grave  is  near  the  cradle  seen, 
How  swift  the  moments  pass  between  I 

And  whisper  as  they  fly — 
*•'  Unthinking  man  remember  this, 
That,  mid  thy  sublunary  bliss. 

Thou  soon  must  fade  and  die !'' 
My  soul  attend  the  solemn  call. 
Thine  earthly  house  must  quickly  fall, 

And  thou  must  take  thy  flight, 
Beyond  the  vast  ethereal  blue, 
To  love  and  sing  as  angels  do. 

Or  sink  in  endless  night. 

C.  M.  Doddridge. 

Siuiftness  of  Time. 

1  KEMARK,  my  soul,  the  narrow  bound 

Of  each  revolving  year ; 
How  swift  the  weeks  complete  their  round  I 
How  short  the  months  appear  ? 

2  So  fast  eternity  comes  on, 

And  that  important  day 
When  all  that  mortal  life  hath  done 
God's  judgment  shall  survey. 

3  Awake,  0  God,  my  careless  heart 

Its  great  concerns  to  see. 
That  I  may  act  the  Christian  part. 
And  give  the  year  to  thee. 

4  So  shall  their  course  more  grateful  roll. 

If  future  years  arise  ; 
Or  this  shall  bear  my  waiting  soul 

To  joy  beyond  the  skies. 
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544. 


545 


SPECIAL   OCCASIONS, 

C.  M.  Watts. 

Frailty  of  Life. 

1  THEE  we  adore,  Eternal  Name, 

And  humbly  own  to  thee 
How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame, 
What  dying  worms  are  we ! 

2  Our  wastino^  lives  grow  shorter  still, 

As  months  and  days  increase  ; 
And  every  beating  pulse  we  tell, 
Leaves  but  the  number  less. 

3  The  year  rolls  round  and  steals  away 

The  breath  that  first  it  gave ; 
Whate'er  we  do,  where'er  we  be. 
We're  travelling  to  the  grave. 

4  Awake,  0  Lord,  our  drowsy  sense 

To  walk  this  dangerous  roid  ; 

And  if  our  souls  are  hurried  hence, 

May  they  be  found  with  God. 

^  An  L.   M.  Doddridge,        ^ 

f J  X  U «  Grateful  Review.  \ 

1  OUR  helper,  God,  we  bless  thy  name, 
"Whose  love  for  ever  is  the  same  ; 
The  tokens  of  thy  gracious  care 
Begin,  and  crown,  and  close  the  year. 

2  Amid  ten  thousand  snares  we  stand. 
Supported  by  thy  guardian  hand  ; 
And  see,  when  we  review  our  ways. 
Ten  thousand  monuments  of  praise. 

3  Thus  far  thine  arm  has  led  us  on ; 
Thus  far  we  make  thy  mercy  known  ; 
And  while  we  tread  this  desert  land, 
New  mercies  shall  new  songs  demand, 

838 


NEW   YEAR. 

4  Our  grateful  souls  on  Jordan^s  shore, 
Shall  raise  one  sacred  pillar  more ; 
Then  bear,  in  thy  bright  courts  above, 
Inscriptions  of  immortal  love. 

^  Arf  C'   M.  Doddridge. 

t)±it  Tnumphant  Anticipation. 

1  AWAKE,  ye  saints,  and  raise  your  eyes, 

And  lift  your  voices  high  ; 
Awake,  and  praise  that  sovereign  love 
That  shows  salvation  nigh. 

2  On  all  the  wings  of  time  it  flies ; 

Each  moment  brings  it  near  : 
Then  welcome  each  declining  day ; 
AV^elcome  each  closing  year. 

3  Not  many  years  their  rounds  shall  run, 

Nor  many  mornings  rise, 
Ere  all  its  glories  stand  revealed 
To  our  admiring  eyes. 

4  Ye  wheels  of  nature,  speed  your  course ; 

Ye  mortal  powers,  decay  ; 
Fast  as  ye  bring  the  night  of  death, 
Ye  bring  eternal  day. 


548. 


IV.— NEW  YEAH. 

L.   M.  Doddridge. 

Presermng  Mercy, 

GREAT  God  !  we  sing  that  mighty  hand, 
By  which  supported  still  we  stand ; 
The  opening  year  thy  mercy  shows, — 
Let  mercy  crown  it  till  it  close. 
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SPECIAL  OCCASIONS. 

2  By  day,  by  night — at  home,  abroad, 
Still  we  are  guarded  by  our  God ; 
By  his  incessant  bounty  fed, 

By  his  unerring  counsel  led. 

3  With  grateful  hearts  the  past  we  own ; 
The  future — all  to  us  unknown — 

We  to  thy  guardian  care  commit, 
And  peaceful  leave  before  thy  feet. 

4  In  scenes  exalted  or  depressed, 

Be  thou  our  joy,  and  thou  our  rest ; 
Thy  goodness  all  our  hopes  shall  raise, 
Adored,  through  all  our  changing  days. 


549. 


0.   M.  Newton. 

Spiritual  Blessings. 


1  NOW,  gracious  Lord,  thine  arm  reveal, 

And  make  thy  glory  known ; 
Now  let  us  all  thy  presence  feel, 
And  soften  hearts  of  stone. 

2  From  all  the  guilt  of  former  sin. 

May  mercy  set  us  free ; 
And  let  the  year  we  now  begin, 
Begin  and  end  with  thee. 

3  Send  down  thy  Spirit  from  above, 

That  saints  may  love  thee  more  ; 
And  sinners  now  may  learn  to  love, 
Who  never  loved  before. 

4  And  when  before  thee  we  appear. 

In  our  eternal  home, 
May  growing  numbers  worship  here, 
And  praise  thee  in  our  room. 
840 


NEW   YEAR. 

P^'f^pi  7's.  Newton. 

0  'J  U  •  Uncertainty  of  Life, 

1  WHILE,  with  ceaseless  course,  the  sun, 

Hasted  through  the  former  year, 
Many  souls  their  race  have  run, 

Never  more  to  meet  us  here  : 
Fixed  in  an  eternal  state. 

They  have  done  with  all  below : 
We  a  little  longer  wait, 

But  how  little  none  can  know. 

2  As  the  winged  arrow  flies. 

Speedily  the  mark  to  find ; 
As  the  lightning  from  the  skies 

Darts,  and  leaves  no  trace  behind  ; — 
Swiftly  thus  our  fleeting  days 

Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  stream  : 
Upward,  Lord,  our  spirits  raise ; 

All  below  is  but  a  dream. 

3  Thanks  for  mercies  past  receive ; 

Pardon  of  our  sins  renew ; 
Teach  us,  henceforth,  how  to  live, 

With  eternity  in  view  ; 
Bless  thy  word  to  old  and  young  ? 

Fill  us  with  a  Saviour's  love : 
When  our  life's  short  race  is  run, 

May  we  dwell  with  thee  above. 

^  ^  I  5's  &  12's.  C.  Wesley. 

0  0  1  •  The  Resolve, 

1  COME,  let  us  anew 
Our  journey  pursue— 
Roll  round  with  the  year, 
And  never  stand  still  till  the  Master  appear ; 

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THE   FUTURE   STATE. 

His  adorable  will 
Let  us  gladly  fulfil, 
And  our  talents  improve 
By  the  patience  of  hope,  and  the  labor  of  love. 

2  Our  life  is  a  dream  ; 
Our  time,  as  a  stream, 
Glides  swiftly  away. 

And  the  fugitive  moment  refuses  to  stay : 

The  arrow  is  flown  ; 

The  moment  is  gone ; 

The  millennial  year 
Bushes  on  to  our  view,  and  eternity's  near. 

3  0  that  each,  in  the  day 
Of  his  coming,  may  say, 

*'  I  have  fought  my  way  through  ; 

I  have  finish ed  the  work  thou  didst  give  me  to  do ;" 
0  that  each  from  his  Lord 
May  receive  the  glad  word, 
*'  Well  and  faithfully  done ; 

Enter  into  my  joy,  and  sit  down  on  my  throne/' 


THE  FUTURE   STATE. 

I.— DEATH, 

C.    M.  Heber. 

Death  alioays  Near, 

DEATH  floats  on  every  passing  breeze, 

And  lurks  in  every  flower ; 
Each  season  has  its  own  disease, 

Its  peril  every  hour. 
842 


DEATH. 

2  We  daily  see  the  rosy  light 

Of  youth's  soft  cheek  decay : 
And  life  depart  in  sudden  night, 
Ere  scarce  has  dawned  the  day. 

3  Look  downward,  then ;  thy  danger  know ; 

Where  now  thy  foot  may  tread, 
List  to  the  warning  from  below, — 
There  lie  the  buried  dead. 

4  Look  upward,  too ;  by  faith  apply 

The  truth  divinely  given  ; 
On  Jesus  and  his  word  rely, 
And  fit  thy  soul  for  heaven. 

C.     M.  HOSKINS. 

"  The  Time  is  ShorV 

1  THE  time  is  short !  sinners,  beware. 

Nor  trifle  time  away  ; 
The  word  of  great  salvation  hear, 
While  it  is  called  to-day. 

2  The  time  is  short !  0  sinners,  now 

To  Christ,  the  Lord,  submit ; 
To  mercy's  golden  sceptre  bow. 
And  fall  at  Jesus'  feet. 

3  The  time  is  short  1  ye  saints,  rejoice — 

The  Lord  will  quickly  come ; 
Soon  shall  you  hear  the  Bridegroom's  voice, 
To  call  you  to  your  home. 

4  The  time  is  short !  the  moment  near. 

When  we  shall  dwell  above. 
And  be  for  ever  happy  there, 
WitJi  Jesus,  whom  we  love. 
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THE  FUTURE   STATE. 

K  K  /|  CM.  Watts. 

00  x»     A  Short  Space,  and  a  Great  Work. 

1  HOW  short  and  hasty  is  our  life, 

How  vast  our  souls^  affairs ! 
Yet  senseless  mortals  vainly  strive 
To  lavish  out  their  years. 

2  Our  days  run  thoughtlessly  along, 

Without  a  moment^ s  stay ; 
Just  like  a  story  or  a  song, 
We  pass  our  lives  away. 

3  God  from  on  high  invites  us  home, 

But  we  march  heedless  on, 

And  ever  hastening  to  the  tomb. 

Stoop  downward  as  we  run. 

4  Draw  us,  0  God,  with  sovereign  grace, 

And  lift  our  thoughts  on  high. 
That  we  may  end  this  mortal  race, 
And  see  salvation  nigh. 

^^p^  S.   M.  Doddridge. 

000*  *  Worh  while  it  is  Dayy 

1  THE  swif1>declining  day. 

How  fast  its  moments  fly. 
While  evening's  broad  and  gloomy  shade 
Gains  on  the  western  sky  ! 

2  Ye  mortals,  mark  its  pace, 

And  use  the  hours  of  light ; 
For  know,  its  maker  can  command 
An  instant,  endless  night. 

3  Give  glory  to  the  Lord, 

Who  rules  the  rolling  sphere  ; 
Submissive,  at  his  footstool  bow. 
And  seek  salvation  there. 
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DEATH. 

Then  shall  new  lustre  break 
Through  all  the  heavy  gloom, 

And  lead  you  to  unchanging  light, 
In  your  celestial  home. 

C.   M.  Watts. 

A  Voice  from  the  Tornb. 

1  11  ARK  !  from  the  tombs  a  warning  sound ; 

My  ears  attend  the  cry, — 
"  Ye  living  men,  come  view  the  ground 
Where  you  must  shortly  lie. 

2  "  Princes,  this  clay  must  be  your  bed, 

In  spite  of  all  your  towers : 
The  tall,  the  wise,  the  reverend  head, 
Must  lie  as  low  as  ours.'^ 

3  Great  God,  is  this  our  certain  doom  ? 

And  are  we  still  secure? — 
Still  walking  down^\'ard  to  the  tomb, 
And  yet  prepare  no  more  ? 

4  Grant  us  the  power  of  quickening  grace, 

To  fit  our  souls  to  fly  ; 
Then,  when  we  drop  this  dying  flesh. 
We'll  rise  above  the  sky. 

KKry  C.  M.  Watts, 

Ou  %  •     Death  Dreadful  to  the  Unprepared, 

1  DEATH !  'tis  a  melancholy  day 

To  those  who  have  no  God, 
AYhen  the  poor  soul  is  forced  away 
To  seek  its  last  abode. 

2  In  vain  to  heaven  it  lifts  its  eyes ; 

But  guilt,  a  heavy  chain, 
Still  drags  it  downward  from  the  skies, 
To  darkness,  fire,  and  pain. 
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THE   FUTURE    STATE. 

He  is  a  God  of  sovereign  love, 

Who  promised  heaven  to  me, 
And  taught  my  thoughts  to  soar  above, 

Where  happy  spirits  be. 
Prepare  me,  Lord,  for  thy  right  hand  ; 

Then  come  the  joyful  day ; 
Come  death,  and  some  celestial  band, 

To  bear  my  soul  away. 

L.  M.  Barbauld 

Death  of  the  Righteous. 

1  HOW  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies  ! 

When  sinks  a  weary  soul  to  rest  ! 
How  mildly  beam  the  closing  eyes, 

How  gently  heaves  th'  expiring  breast ! 

2  So  fades  a  summer  cloud  away  ; 

So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are  o'er ; 
So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day  ; 
So  dies  a  wave  along  the  shore. 

3  Farewell,  conflicting  hopes  and  fears, 

Where  lights  and  shades  alternate  dwell ; 
How  bright  the  unchanging  morn  appears  ; 
Farewell,  inconstant  world,  farewell 

K  K  n  L.  M.  Mackay. 

00  V*  Asleep  in  Jesus. 

1  ASLEEP  in  Jesus!  blessed  sleep  ! 
From  which  none  ever  wake  to  we-ep  ; 
A  calm  and  undisturbed  repose, 
Unbroken  by  the  last  of  foes. 

2  Asleep  in  Jesus !  0,  how  sweet 
To  be  for  such  a  slumber  meet ; 
With  holy  confidence  to  sing 

That  death  hath  lost  its  venomed  sting. 
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DEATH. 

3  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  peaceful  rest ! 
Whose  waking  is  supremely  blest ; 
No  fear — no  wo,  shall  dim  that  hour, 
That  manifests  the  Saviour's  power. 

4  Asleep  in  Jesus !  0,  for  me 
May  such  a  blissful  refuge  be : 
Securely  shall  my  ashes  lie  ; 
Waiting  the  summons  from  on  high. 


560 


C.  M.  Newton. 

Present  icith  the  Lord. 

1  IN  vain  our  fancy  strives  to  paint 

The  moment  after  death — 
Tlie  glories  that  surround  the  saint 
When  he  resigns  his  breath. 

2  One  gentle  sigh  his  fetters  breaks ; 

We  scarce  can  say,  "  He's  gone/' 
Before  the  willing  spirit  takes 
Its  mansion  near  the  throne  ! 

3  Faith  strives,  but  all  its  efforts  fail 

To  trace  its  heavenward  flight : 
No  eye  can  pierce  within  the  veil 
Which  hides  that  world  of  light. 

4  Thus  much — and  this  is  all — we  know  ; 

They  are  supremely  blest, — 
Have  done  with  sin,  and  care,  and  wo, 
And  with  the  Saviour  rest. 

5  On  harps  of  gold  his  name  they  praise, 

His  presence  always  view  ; — 
And,  if  we  here  their  footsteps  trace, 
There  we  shall  praise  him  too. 
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THE    FUTURE   STATE. 

II.— THE  RESURRECTION. 

Kni  C.  M.  H.K.White 

Ox)  I  •  Silent  Dust  Revived. 

1  THROUGH  sorrow's  night,  and  danger's  path, 

Amid  the  deepening  gloom, 

We,  soldiers  of  a  heavenly  King, 

Are  marching  to  the  tomb. 

2  Our  labors  done,  securel}^  laid 

In  this  our  last  retreat, 
Unheeded  o'er  our  silent  dust 
The  storms  of  life  shall  beat. 

3  Yet  not  thus  lifeless,  in  the  grave, 

The  vital  spark  shall  lie : 
For  o'er  life's  wa-eck  that  spark  shall  rise, 
To  seek  its  kindred  sky. 

4  These  ashes,  too, — this  little  dust, — 

Our  Father's  care  shall  keep, 
Until  the  final  trump  shall  break 
The  long  and  dreary  sleep. 

5  Then  love's  soft  dew  o'er  every  eye 

Shall  shed  its  mildest  rays. 
And  our  long  silent  dust  shall  rise, 
With  shouts  of  endless  praise  ! 

S.  M.  LuTH.  Col. 

The  Solemn  Question^ 

WAKED  by  the  trumpet's  sound, 

I  from  the  grave  must  rise, 
And  see  the  Judge  vrith  glory  crowned, 

And  see  the  flaming  skies.' 
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THE  RESURRECTION. 

2  How  shall  I  leave  my  tomb  ?— 

With  triumph,  or  regret  ? — 
A  fearful  or  a  joyful  doom, 
A  curse  or  blessing,  meet  ? 

3  I  must  from  God  be  driven, 

Or  with  my  Saviour  dwell ; 
Must  come,  at  his  command,  to  heaven, 
Or  else  depart — to  hell. 

4  0  Thou,  that  wouldst  not  have 

One  wretched  sinner  die, — 
Who  diedst  thyself,  my  soul  to  save 
From  endless  misery  ; — 

5  Show  me  the  way  to  shun 

Thy  dreadful  wrath  severe, 
That,  when  thou  comest  on  thy  throne, 
1  may  with  joy  appear. 


563. 


S.  M.  Watts. 

Resurrection  to  Life* 

1  AND  must  this  body  die? 

This  mortal  frame  decay  ? 
And  must  these  active  limbs  of  mine 
Lie  mouldering  in  the  clay  ? 

2  God,  my  Redeemer,  lives. 

And  often,  from  the  skies 
Looks  down,  and  watches  all  my  dust, 
Till  he  shall  bid  it  rise. 

8  Arrayed  in  glorious  grace, 

Shall  these  vile  bodies  shine, 
And  every  shape,  and  every  face, 
Look  heavenlv  and  divine. 
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THE   FUTURE   STATE. 

4  These  lively  hopes  we  ^we 
To  Jesus'  dying  love  ; 
We  would  adore  his  grace  below, 
And  sing  his  power  above. 

►^  /^  J  C.  M.  Scotch  Col 

0  U  4 .  The  Final  Victory. 

1  WHEN  the  last  trumpet's  awful  voice 

This  rending  earth  shall  shake, — 
When  opening  graves  shall  yield  their  charge, 
And  dust  to  life  awake  ; — 

2  Those  bodies  that  corruptod  fell 

Shall  incorrupted  rise, 
And  mortal  forms  shall  spring  to  life 
Immortal  in  the  skies. 

3  Behold,  what  heavenly  prophets  sung 

Is  now  at  last  fulfilled — 
That  death  should  yield  his  ancient  reign, 
And,  vanquished,  quit  the  field. 

4  Let  Faith  exalt  her  joyful  voice, 

And  thus  begin  to  sing : 
*'  0  Grave,  where  is  thy  triumph  now  ? 
And  where,  0  Death,  thy  sting  V^ 

III— THE  JUDGMENT. 

^  r^^  CM.  Addison 

0  U  ^  •  The  Judgment  Anticipated, 

1  WHEN  rising  from  the  bed  of  death. 

Overwhelmed  with  guilt  and  fear, 
I  see  my  Maker  face  to  face — 
0,  how  shall  I  appear. 
850 


THE   JUDGMENT. 

2  If  yet,  while  pardon  may  be  found, 

And  mercy  may  be  sought, 
My  heart  with  inward  horror  shrinks, 
And  trembles  at  the  thought ; — 

3  When  thou,  0  Lord  !  shalt  stand  disclosed 

In  majesty  severe. 
And  sit  in  judgment  on  my  soul, 
0,  how  shall  I  appear ! 

4  Prepare  me,  Lord,  to  meet  that  day, 

Ere  yet  it  be  too  late, 
When  I  shall  view  these  solemn  scenes, 
And  feel  their  awful  weight. 

S.    M.  DODDKIDGE. 

Preparation  for  the  Judgment* 

1  AND  will  the  Judge  descend  ? 

And  must  the  dead  arise  ? 

And  not  a  single  soul  escape 

His  all-discerning  eyes  ? 

2  How  will  my  heart  endure 

The  terrors  of  that  day. 
When  earth  and  heaven,  before  his  face, 
Astonished,  shrink  away  ? 

3  But,  ere  the  trumpet  shakes 

The  mansions  of  the  dead, 
Hark !  from  the  gospel's  cheering  sound 
What  joyful  tidings  spread  ! 

4  Come,  sinners,  seek  his  grace. 

Whose  wrath  ye  cannot  bear ; 
Fly  to  the  shelter  of  his  cross. 
And  find  salvation  there. 
851 


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THE   FUTURE    STATE. 

8's,  7's  &  4.  Oliver. 

Christ  coming  to  Judgment. 

1  LO !  he  comes,  with  clouds  descending, 

Once  for  favored  sinners  slain ; 
Thousand  thousand  saints,  attending, 
Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train : 

Hallelujah ! 
Jesus  shall  for  ever  reign. 

2  Every  eye  shall  now  behold  him, 

Robed  in  dreadful  majesty : 
Those  who  set  at  nought  and  sold  him, 
Pierced,  and  nailed  him  to  the  tree, 

Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  true  Messiah  see. 

3  When  the  solemn  trump  has  sounded, 

Heaven  and  earth  shall  flee  away  ; 
All  who  hate  him  must,  confounded, 
Hear  the  summons  of  that  day — 

"  Come  to  judgment ! — 
Come  to  judgment ! — come  away  V 

4  Now  the  Saviour,  long  expected, 

See,  in  solemn  pomp,  appear ; 
All  his  saints,  by  man  rejected, 
Now  shall  meet  him  in  the  air : 

Hallelujah  1 
See  the  day  of  God  appear. 

5QQ  12'S.  MiLMAN. 

UO.  The  Final  Scene. 

THE  chariot  1  the  chariot!  its  wheels  roll  in  fire. 
As  the  Lord  cometh  down  in  the  pomp  of  his  ire ; 
Lo !  self-moving  it  drives  on  its  pathway  of  cloud, 
And  the  heavens  with  the  burden  of  Godhead  are  bowed, 
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THE   JUDGMENT. 

2  The  glory !  the  glory !  around  him  are  poured 
Mighty  hosts  of  the  angels  that  wait  on  the  Lord ; 
And  the  glorified  saints,  and  the  martyrs  are  there, 
And  there  all  who  the  palm-wreaths  of  victory  wear  I 

3  The  trumpet !  the  trumpet !  the  dead  have  all  heard : 
Lo !  the  depths  of  the  stone-covered  charnel  are  stirred  I 

From  the  sea,fiom  the  earth,from  the  south,from  the  north, 
All  the  vast  generations  of  men  are  come  forth  ! 

4  The  judgment!  the  judgment!  the  thrones  are  all  set. 
Where  the  Lamb  and  the  white-vested  elders  are  met  ? 
There  all  flesh  is  at  once  in  the  sight  of  the  Lord, 
And  the  doom  of  eternity  hangs  on  his  word. 

5  In  mercy,  in  mercy,  look  down  from  above, 
Great  Creator,  on  us,  thy  sad  children,  with  love ! 
When  beneath  to  their  darkness  the  wicked  are  driven ! 
May  our  justified  souls  find  a  welcome  in  heaven. 

K  A  (  L.  M.  Needham. 

0  0  b  t  The  Books  Opened. 

1  BEHOLD  the  awful  books  displayed, 

Big  with  the  important  fates  of  men  ; 
Each  deed  and  word  now  public  made, 
As  wrote  by  heaven^ s  unerring  pen. 

2  To  every  soul,  the  books  assign 

The  joyous  or  the  dread  reward  ; 
Sinners  in  vain  lament  and  pine — 
No  plea  the  Judge  will  here  regard. 

3  Lord,  when  these  awful  leaves  unfold, 

May  lifers  fair  book  my  soul  approve ; 
There  may  I  read  my  name  enrolled, 
And  triumph  in  redeeming  love. 

pfr/f\  ^'  -P*  ^'         Rippon's  Cou 

0  i\J»  Pleading  for  Acceptance. 

1  WHEN  thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  shalt  come 
To  take  thy  ransomed  people  home, 

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THE   FUTURE    STATE. 

Shall  I  among  them  stand  ? 
Shall  such  a  worthless  worm  as  I, 
Who  sometimes  am  afraid  to  die, 

Be  found  at  thy  right  hand  ? 

2  I  love  to  meet  thy  people  now, 
Before  thy  feet  with  them  to  bow, 

Though  vilest  of  them  all ; 
But — can  I  bear  the  piercing  thought? — 
What  if  my  name  should  be  left  out, 

When  thou  for  them  shalt  call  ? 

3  0  Lord,  prevent  it  by  thy  grace : 
Be  thou  my  only  hiding-place, 

In  this,  th'  accepted  day ; 
Thy  pardoning  voice,  0,  let  me  hear^ 
To  still  my  unbelieving  fear, 

Nor  let  me  fall,  I  pray. 

4  And  when  the  final  trump  shall  sound. 
Among  thy  saints  let  me  be  found, 

To  bow  before  thy  face  ; 
Then  in  triumphant  strains  Pll  sing. 
While  heaven^s  resounding  mansions  ring 

With  praise  of  sovereign  grace. 

KfY]  C.  M.  Wati's. 

f)il»  Condemnation  Terrible. 

1  THAT  awful  day  will  surely  come, — 

The  appointed  hour  makes  haste,— 
When  I  must  stand  before  my  Judge, 
And  pass  the  solemn  test. 

2  Thou  lovely  Chief  of  all  my  joys, 

Thou  Sovereign  of  my  heart. 
How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  word,  "  Depart  1" 
854 


ETERNITY. 

3  0,  wretched  state  of  deep  despair. 

To  see  my  God  remove, 
And  fix  my  dreadful  station  where 
I  must  not  taste  his  love ! 

4  Jesus,  I  throw  my  arms  around, 

And  hang  upon  thy  breast ; 
Without  one  gracious  smile  from  thee, 
My  spirit  cannot  rest. 

5  0,  tell  me  that  my  worthless  name 

Is  graven  on  thy  hands ; 
Show  ^ne  some  promise  in  thy  book. 
Where  my  salvation  stands. 

IV.— ETERNITY. 

^ri^  ^'  ^'  ^^-  C-  Wesley. 

^  \  u%  Eternity  Contemplated. 

1  LO  !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 
'Twixt  two  unbounded  seas  I  stand, 

Yet  how  insensible ! 
A  point  of  time,  a  moment\s  space, 
Kemoves  me  to  yon  heavenly  place, 

Or  shuts  me  up  in  hell. 

2  0  God,  my  inmost  soul  convert. 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtless  heart, 

Eternal  things  impress ; 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight, 
And  save  me  ere  it  be  too  late  ; 

Wake  me  to  righteousness. 

3  Be  this  my  one  great  business  here, 
With  holy  trembling,  holy  fear, 

To  make  my  calling  sure ; 
Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfil. 
And  suffer  all  thy  righteous  will, 

And  to  the  end  endure. 
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THE   FUTURE   STATE. 

4  Then  Saviour,  then  my  soul  receive, 
Transported  from  this  vale,  to  live 

And  reign  v^ith  thee  above ; 
Where  faith  is  sweetly  lost  in  sight, 
And  hope,  in  full,  supreme  delight, 
And  everlasting  love. 

KfYQ  L.  M.  Steele. 

^  I  Ot  Eternity  Near, 

1  ETERNITY  is  just  at  hand  ! 

And  shall  we  waste  our  ebbing  sand. 
And  careless  view  departing  day, 
And  throw  this  inch  of  time  away  ? 

2  For  all  an  endless  state  there  is 
Of  wo  extreme,  or  perfect  bliss  ; 
And  swift  as  time  fulfils  its  round. 
We  to  that  final  doom  are  bound. 

3  What  countless  millions  of  mankind 
Have  left  this  fleeting  world  behind ! 

All  gone ! — but  where  ? — ah,  pause  and  see, 
Gone  to  a  long  eternity  ! 

4  Sinner  !  canst  thou  for  ever  dwell 
Amid  the  fiery  deeps  of  hell  ? 

Has  death  no  warning  sound  for  thee  ? 
0  turn,  and  to  the  Saviour  flee. 


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S.  M.  Montgomery. 

Life  and  Death  Eternal. 

1  0  WHERE  shall  rest  be  found— 
Rest  for  the  weary  soul  ? 
^Twere  vain  th^  ocean's  depths  to  sound, 
Or  pierce  to  either  x)ole. 

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HEAVEN. 

2  The  world  can  never  give 

The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh ; 
'Tis  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live ; 
Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 

Beyond  this  vale  of  tears 

There  is  a  life  above, 
Unmeasured  by  the  flight  of  years ; 

And  all  that  life  is  love. 

4  There  is  a  death  whose  pang 

Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath  ; 
0  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
Around  "  the  second  death  V 

5  Lord  God  of  truth  and  grace, 

Teach  us  that  death  to  shun. 
Lest  we  be  banished  from  thy  face, 
And  evermore  undone. 


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v.— HEAVEN. 

C.   M.  Watts, 

The  Heavenly  Mansion. 

1  THERE  is  a  house  not  made  with  hands. 

Eternal,  and  on  high  ; 
And  here  my  spirit  waiting  stands 
Till  God  shall  bid  it  fly. 

2  Shortly  this  prison  of  my  clay 

Must  be  dissolved  and  fall  ; 

Then,  0  my  soul,  with  joy  obey 

Thy  heavenly  Father^s  call. 

3  'Tis  he,  by  his  almighty  grace, 

That  forms  thee  fit  for  heaven, 
And,  as  an  earnest  of  the  place, 
Has  his  own  Spirit  given. 
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THE   FUTURE   STATE. 

4  We  walk  by  faith  of  joys  to  come  ; 

Faith  lives  upon  his  word  : 

But  while  the  body  is  our  home, 

We're  absent  from  the  Lord. 

5  'Tis  pleasant  to  believe  thy  grace, 

But  we  had  rather  see ; 
We  would  be  absent  from  the  flesh, 
And  present,  Lord,  wdth  thee. 


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8's  &  6's.  Tappan 

Best  in  Heaven, 

1  THERE  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest 

To  mourning  wanderers  given  ; 
There  is  a  joy  for  souls  distressed, 
A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast ; 

'Tis  found  alone  in  heaven. 

2  There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls. 

By  sins  and  sorrows  driven, 
When  tossed  on  life's  tempestuous  shoals, 
Where  storms  arise,  and  ocean  rolls, 

And  all  is  drear  but  heaven. 

3  There  faith  lifts  up  the  tearless  eye, — 

The  heart  no  longer  riven, — 
And  views  the  tempest  passing  by. 
Sees  evening  shadows  quickly  fly. 

And  all  serene  in  heaven. 

4  There  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom. 

And  joys  supreme  are  given  ; 
There  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom ; 
Beyond  the  dark  and  narrow  tomb 

Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven. 
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577. 


HEAVEN. 

C.  M.  Watts. 

Heaven  Holy, 

1  NOR  eye  hath  seen,  nor  ear  hath  heard, 

Nor  sense  nor  reason  known, 
What  joys  the  Father  has  prepared 
For  those  that  love  his  Son. 

2  But  the  good  Spirit  of  the  Lord 

Reveals  a  heaven  to  come ; 

The  beams  of  glory  in  his  word 

Allure  and  guide  us  home. 

3  Pure  are  the  joys  above  the  sky, 

And  all  the  region  peace  ; 
No  wanton  lips,  nor  envious  eye, 
Can  see  or  taste  the  bliss, 

4  Those  holy  gates  for  ever  bar 

Pollution,  sin,  and  shame  ; 
And  none  shall  gain  admittance  there 
But  followers  of  the  Lamb. 

^Pj,Q  C.  M.  Watts. 

fJ  I  0«  Heaven  Happy. 

1  THERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 

Where  saints  immortal  reign  ; 
Eternal  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

2  There  everlasting  spring  abides, 

And  never-withering  flowers ; 

Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 

This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

3  Sweet  fields  beyond  the  swelling  flood, 

Stand  dressed  in  living  green  ; 
So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 
While  Jordan  rolled  between. 
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THE  FUTURE   STATE. 

4  0 !  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove,— 

Those  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, — 
And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love, 
With  unbeclouded  eyes ; — 

5  Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 

And  view  the  landscape  o'er, — - 
Not  Jordan^s  stream,  nor  death's  cold  flood, 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore 

Kj^Q  L.  M.  Watts. 

^  I  ^»  Christ  the  Joy  of  Heaven. 

1  0  FOR  a  sight,  a  blissful  sight 

Of  our  almighty  Father's  throne! 
There  sits  our  Saviour,  crowned  with  light. 
Clothed  in  a  body  like  our  own. 

2  Adoring  saints  around  him  stand, 

And  thrones  and  powers  before  him  fall ; 
The  God  shines  gracious  through  the  Man, 
And  sheds  sweet  glories  on  them  all ! 

3  0,  what  amazing  joys  they  feel, 

While  to  their  golden  harps  they  sing. 
And  sit  on  every  heavenly  hill, 

And  spread  the  triumphs  of  their  King ! 

4  When  shall  the  day,  dear  Lord,  appear. 

That  I  shall  mount  to  dwell  above, 
And  stand  and  bow  among  them  there. 
And  view  thy  face,  and  sing,  and  love  ? 

^Qr\  8's.  M.  De  Fleury, 

f  JOU«  Longing  for  Heaven. 

1  YE  angels,  who  stand  round  the  throne, 
And  view  my  Immanuel's  face, 
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HEAVEN. 

In  rapturous  songs  make  1^*  "^  known ; 
Tune,  tune  your  soft  harps  to  his  praise. 

2  Ye  saints,  who  stand  nearer  than  they, 

And  cast  your  bright  crowns  at  his  feet, 
His  grace  and  his  glory  display, 
And  all  his  rich  mercy  repeat. 

3  He  snatched  you  from  hell  and  the  grave ; 

He  ransomed  from  death  and  despair  ; 
For  you  he  was  mighty  to  save, 
Almighty  to  bring  you  safe  there. 

4  0,  when  will  the  moment  appear 

When  I  shall  unite  in  your  song  ? 
I'm  weary  of  lingering  here, 
And  I  to  your  Saviour  belong ! 

5  I'm  fettered  and  chained  here  in  clay ; 

I  struggle  and  pant  to  be  free  ; 
I  long  to  be  soaring  away, 
My  God  and  Redeemer  to  see  ! 

6  I  want,  0  I  want  to  be  there. 

Where  sorrow  and  sin  never  come  ; 
Your  joy  and  your  friendship  to  share, 
And  dwell  with  my  Saviour  at  home. 

p^Q  1  7's.  Kelly. 

t/0  1  •  Soaring  to  Heaven. 

1  WHAT  is  life  ?  His  but  a  vapor ; 
Soon  it  vanishes  away : 
Life  is  but  a  dying  taper  ; 

0  my  soul,  why  wish  to  stay? 
Why  not  spread  thy  wings  and  fly 
Straight  to  yonder  world  on  high  ? 
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THE   FUTURE   STATE. 

2  See  that  glory,  how  resplendent ! 

Brighter  far  than  fancy  paints  ; 
There,  in  majesty  transcendent, 

Jesus  reigns  the  King  of  saints  : 
Spread  thy  wings,  my  soul,  and  fly 
Straight  to  yonder  world  on  high. 

3  Joyful  crowds  his  throne  surrounding, 

Sing  with  rapture  of  his  love ; 
Through  the  heavens  his  praises  sounding, 

Filling  all  the  courts  above  ; 
Spread  thy  wings,  my  soul,  and  fly 
Straight  to  yonder  world  on  high. 

4  Go  and  share  his  people's  glory, 

'Mid  the  ransomed  crowd  appear 
Thine's  a  joyful,  wondrous  story. 

One  that  angels  love  to  hear  ; 
Spread  thy  wings,  my  soul,  and  fly 
Straight  to  yonder  world  on  high. 

KQ^-^  CM.         Montgomery's  Col. 

VOO*  The  Heavenly  Jerusalem. 

1  JERUSALEM  !  my  glorious  home  ! 

Name  ever  dear  to  me ! 
When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
In  joy,  and  peace,  and  thee  ? 

2  0  when,  thou  city  of  my  God, 

Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend, 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up. 
And  Sabbaths  have  no  end  ? 

3  There  happier  bowers  than  Eden's  bloom, 

Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know  ; 
Blest  seats !  through  rude  and  stormy  scenes, 
I  onward  press  to  you. 


HEAVEN. 

4  Why  should  I  shrink  at  pain  and  wo, 
Or  feel,  at  death,  dismay  ? 
Pve  Canaan^s  goodly  land  in  view, 
And  realms  of  endless  day. 
6  Jerusalem !  my  glorious  home  ! 
My  soul  still  pants  for  thee ; 
Then  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
When  I  thy  joys  shall  see. 

KQQ  7'S.  RAFFLEg. 

OOOi  The  Sai/nis  in  Glory 

1  HIGH  in  yonder  realms  of  light, 

Dwell  the  raptured  saints  above  ; 
Far  beyond  our  feeble  sight, 

Happy  in  ImmanueFs  love. 
Pilgrims  in  this  vale  of  tears. 

Once  they  knew,  like  us  below, 
Gloomy  doubts,  distressing  fears, 

Torturing  pain,  and  heavy  wo, 

2  Happy  spirits,  ye  are  fled, 

Where  no  grief  can  entrance  find  ; 
Lulled  to  rest  the  aching  head. 

Soothed  the  anguish  of  the  mind. 
^Mid  the  chorus  of  the  skies, 

^Mid  the  angelic  lyres  above, 
Hark  1  their  songs  melodious  rise, 

Songs  of  praise  to  Jesus'  love. 

3  All  is  tranquil  and  serene, 

Calm  and  undisturbed  repose, 
There  no  cloud  can  intervene. 

There  no  angry  tempest  blows. 
Every  tear  is  wiped  away. 

Sighs  no  more  shall  heave  the  breast, 
Night  is  lost  in  endless  day, 

Sorrow,  in  eternal  rest. 
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DOXOLOGIES. 

1 .  L.  M. 

PRAISE  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow; 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below : 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

2.  L.  M. 

TO  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  three  in  one, 
Be  honor,  praise,  and  glory,  given. 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven. 


3. 


CM. 

TO  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
One  God,  whom  we  adore, 

Bg  glory  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  be  evermore. 

SING  we  to  our  God  above 
Praise  eternal  as  his  love ; 
Praise  him,  all  ye  heavenly  host — 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


THE  Father,  who  sits  on  the  throne. 
The  Lamb,  who  redeemed  us  with  blood, 

The  Spirit,  who  seals  us  his  own. 
We  »raise  and  adore  as  our  God. 
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